Runner Up.

The pace quickens, the

Never ending race.

She's so close, yet

So far ahead.

Be it by an inch or

a mile, second is still second.

 

Power through, move forward.

Accept second, second by

Second, until the end.

First place, is

out of reach, it's

Attempt, brings only pain.

 

Happiness, forever too distant.

Ignorance brings closer.

She falls behind, first

is so teasingly

within your grasp,

your heart quickens.

 

Your breath deepens,

Your eyes widen until

That milestone of feeling

Called happiness gets in

Your way and holds you

Back until the envy takes you.

 

She will be gone soon.

Ahead, far ahead, far beyond you.

on her pedestal, among the victors.

You wish to be there, but do

not have what it takes

to deserve her place.

 

The idea of victory, of

happiness, of peace.

As this idea flows around

you, like a sea of what might be.
She pulls ahead, you quicken

Your feet, almost along side.

 

You are so close, so

Very close, but the distance

is destroying you and will

never become less than beyond you.

It's all about the chase, never

the finish line, you will not win.

Reviews

[Rahul]

A long and beautiful piece left here by "heatfly", ohh, sorry, i meant by "firefly"...lol
this's really a great piece, i liked your working way how you imagine about ideas to drop here and to convert into your own ways.
every words seen powerful with every line's meaning because it's well penned and well visualized.

[Firefly]

Thank you :)

[Rahul]

love you :)

[ZeeArsonist]

I felt like I was running a marathon while reading that! Also, I might have been holding my breath out of anticipation! Glad to have a new writer among us with such discipline, writing every day! Good work here!

[Firefly]

Thank you very much!

[InsanityWriter]

Great work. This contains so much emotion! I know the feeling. :/

[Firefly]

Thank you. It's inspired by a personal experience.

[Lexi Villanueva]

It's inspising

[DarkRainbowPie]

Really great work, you've described your feelings so well, it's overwhelming. That last stanza really hits home the despair within your words.

[Firefly]

Thank you, really.

[Saint No-One]

This piece hit me really hard. There is a pervading sense of hopelessness in it. I really enjoyed it.

[Firefly]

Thank you :)