A/N- I don't know how I'll this turn to be. If it shall be the poem of pain and love. Or an excerpt or a prose may be. But I want to talk, and hence writing raw.

Though I slept early last night than I usually do. The morning didn't seem pleasant as it used to be. There was something. I felt. Something ominous, something ...something...but I couldn't keep my finger on it.
I prepared for the race I was supposed to be. Set to go. But I felt something I couldn't see.
My throbbing heart, my heart and my physchic. I was restless wanted to stop amidst the race.
But to the loss I couldn't afford it to be. I was staggering though.Running, breathing through the stabbing pain and the staggering stains.
I want to stop desperately.
But I was far where I was supposed to be.
I couldn't stop. I wasn't supposed to be.
I dragged though, taking the tracks. As my efforts were to be in vain for if I stopped in amidst.
My dreams laid ahead. Yet I could feel something was looming at the darkened ends.
I struggled, I messed till the finishing and laid restlessly.
I did it, though.I felt unaccomplished unknowingly.
I lost something, or someone I never knew, but in pained me even though eventually.
How funny is it? Isn't it! I was amidst a race! Tracing the tracks as one crossed the finishing with the glommed spree. But I couldn't stop, and I wasn't supposed to be.
It wasn't important. It shouldn't be.
Yet life was life. And I couldn't stop amidst  painfully.

A/N- I think the feel is obvious. Might re post when I feel to change some lines and make it better. But for now it's how it is. True has raw.