“The Race”

I’ve lost faith

In the human race,

Which is just that, a race.

It’s about what he says

She says is best,

And what’s best

Becomes less and less.

We never rest.

So what’s left

But what we never knew,

The limited knowledge

We pursue,

A heart never happy

Unless there’s two,

A voice crying out

From a person mute,

And when we have

Something to lose,

We never rest.

We never rest.

A dreamless muse,

That’s what’s left.

Our right’s abused,

That’s what’s left.

Everything’s used,

That’s what’s left.

That’s what’s left.

That’s what’s left.

That’s what’s left.

One response to ““The Race”

  1. I love how the rhythm and repitition of this poem works with the theme and pushes me through the poem, feeling almost winded, echoing the lines, “We never rest/ We never rest” and making me feel that way rather than just reading it. Very convicting. Well done!

    Nia

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