I’m moving fast as I can

although I’m out of breath.

Pushing forward through this pain

is the ultimate test.

The fear of being caught keeps

me on edge.

I have to run faster just to

stay ahead.

Adrenaline pumping through

this fatigued body.

I won’t last much longer,

I’ll have to stop shortly.

Something said stop and look back,

but now it’s something I regret.

My chaser caught me and slammed me

on the ground and said,

“Tag, you’re it.” by Grim Angel

 

Image: Pulled from Pintrest

 

 

 

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