Trees are flying by, inches from my head.  
I am growing so weary I wish I were in bed.  
My legs are working vigorously,
My mind wonders endlessly.  

Shadows in these woods taunt and torment.  
Wanting to speak thoughts now, having lain dormant.  
I cannot help but wonder.  Why I am having this nightmare.  
Seeing the memories, slip away puts me in a state of deep despair.  

The darkness is gaining momentum as my soles beat the ground.  
I do not understand why I cannot simply turn around.  
My heart beats through the cavity of my chest.  
What I desire most is to reach the crest.  

I inhale the cold gust of wind with my every breath.  
My threshold tells me I am close to death.  
As I look in the distance at my soul and body,
I send God a sorrow-filled apology