reflections
April 9th, 2011 poem thrill of the chase

its the thrill of the chase

the one memory you cant erase
that look on his face
the line that marks the end of the race
 
its the moments in time
the words with no rhyme
the feeling of only dirt and grime
no atonement for this crime
 
its the fall of all mankind
the path thats so hard to find
the ties that forever bind
a past you can never leave behind
 
its the thrill of the chase
a past you cant erase
a life of shame and disgrace
the lines you mark to end this race

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