April Poem #29

My Exercise Poem

Sweat drips as my legs pump
slowly as I run.
Legs ache, burn with
lactic acid.
My lungs burn
with lack or air
as I keep going,
running,
moving.

Author: Matthew

A father, son, husband, and fairly rad dude.

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