A feeling

It felt just fine that morning,
to go with the flow.
Picking up the pace,
they ran like the wind,
in their haste to progress.
Fast and smooth
Slicing through to the line
Only to find
The Cliff edge of victory
The end not the beginning
Milling round lost
Purpose gone
What next.

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A feeling

Sounds are Awkward

Echoes of conversations ripple around the void
confused combinations of gossip,
lovers secret words whispered
and other more earthly sounds as the tramp passes wind,
all is quiet, embarrassed hush,
Echoes of conversations ripple around the void

Sounds are Awkward