Endurance

We punish our bodies
in the most incredible ways
to ensure we reach
the standard we want to attain,
just to see how much
our fresh and blood can stand.
We push ourselves
to our upper limits
just to seek how much
our endurance level is.

When pain becomes excruciating
we still carry on
until our senses are blinded,
our heart rate sores,
nerves begin to twitch
and our breathing becomes laboured,
yet still we carry on
fighting all that will kill us
just to seek how much
our endurance level is.

11 May 2012

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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