William Gao // RUNNING SHOES

The weight of the world below you

A person above, crushing you

Pounding! On the ground

A repeated motion

through the halls

trails

roads.

A hug so tight

that provides protection

once broken

man falls to reality.

The pain absorbed

though a thin slab.

The mess of the world

upon them.

The more time you spend

The faster the body and sole

break.

Once broken

it is replaced by his brother

never to be loved again.

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