At the end of it all…

Hands stretched out for the finished line
Only to grasp an empty space.

Can you see where running has led us?
We earthly stray cats scratching through empty cans.

There is a hunger that needs to be fed,
And voracious are the vices that needs to be tamed.

So we heard of something called hope
And the tunnels that carried these promises

At the end of it all is a colourful line of
Rainbows, but some say it’s all silver.
I’m still waiting for my fate to be diagnosed.

I’ve over shut my lungs with too much saliva
Hollering about dreams, too great for my mind’s eye

My heart is panting, constricted with anxiety
And the solution wasn’t worth more than peanuts.

It is just a phase, it’ll pan right in time
Dull aches, the pills by which I pass out these moments.

Vera