I’m running to the finish line
And I ignore the pain
I’m running to the finish sign
Soon I will win; soon I will reign
I’m running, but the goal’s far-set
Nor do I hear my chanted name
My victory’s a silhouette
For I have promised the crowd my fame
Deep in my veins I feel the rush
Of triumph’s gold-heaving breath
And in my ears the audience’s hush
Is pumping, throbbing, killing death
Inside my heart I feel the joy
I sense the soon relief
And then despite the ache decoy
I soar, I fly, and I believe
There is no one to say I can’t
Although I hear this cry
For blessed God, whose blessed grant
Is confidence doubts can’t defy
For me, there’s no more time
I’ve won, I’ve reached my goal
I am the victor, calm, sublime
And I am great and I am whole
© Viktoria Nikola
You really are a magnificent writer, the way you weave magic with words is truly amazing, i loved the sentiment of fortitude that you so brilliantly conveyed with your skillful usage of words. Even in my poems i try to focus on creating a rhyme to connect with my readers, I’m really impressed with the way you rhyme words. Keep it up with the great work! 👌👏
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Just saw this comment – thank you so much! I love rhyme in poetry – it creates a song without a meloday.
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I know & after rhyming as the poem presents itself as a song I personally think that way we can reach out to readers from all age groups.
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