Fate.

The whistle is blown,
Muscles strain.
Tension. Pressure.
I am to start a race of emotion.

The wind is rushing in,
I am numb.
Agony. Pain.
I yearn for the finish line.

The rain is descending,
I am drenched.
Frustration. Depression.
I strain my eyes.

The fog is emerging,
I am enclosed.
Panic. Fear.
I am blinded.

The snow is conquering,
I am cold.
Anger. Rage.
I shall win this race!

The sun is glorious ,
I am warmed.
Comfort. Love.
I run at ease.

Moments pass,
The finish line seems further away...
Muscles ache.
Confusion.

- Am I to lose this race?

Steam

Dancing into the night,
They lost themselves that night.
- High School Sweethearts.

A walk down the horizon,
The sun rests on them.
- The tide is low.

Drenched from head to toe,
Running from themselves.
- The need for warmth.

A brief conversation,
The words tie them down.
- Speechless.

Dejection is a factor,
They’ve deceived themselves.
- Till death do us part?

A door opens,
A path paved for them.
- The only way out.

Death appears glorious,
Confused themselves.
- Suffering the consequences.

A reason forever unknown,
Innocence descends upon them.
- Now, forever, in peace.