#WritcoPoemChallenge
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run.
faster and faster my feet barely touch ground
my breath threatens to stop as my heart starts to pound.
I ignore them both cus Im almost at that place
almost reached that for which I am running as though in a race
that place where my steps will stop and I will hear the wind thundering by
I always keep my eyes open as I jump toward the sky
seeing how high up I am then how fast I'm falling is...