l'Esperance

Dread, sinking like lead, to the depths of my stomach;
at times threatening to reverse its path and escape.
Never succeeding, it falls harder, more forcefully;
a kick in the gut.

On the cross-trainer, I feel I could run forever;
faster, faster, maybe I could surpass it.
A weak, futile attempt.

No more pain barriers;
the body mindless of the physical exertion.
I never knew negative emotions are untapped wells of energy.
But like an ebbing tide, they are slowly draining away.
A zombie.
A being, sans espoir.
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