Stance Poem by Chester Maynes

Tormenting me like a weight of a Bigfoot on my physiology
I catch my breath one by one in numerous minutes until dusk
The event like this is fragmented by escaping the ricochet of ammunitions
It is sorrowful to believe that I gain a thousand letdowns in a circus
No matter how vast the quantity of distasteful agony of being one
I yearn to purge the flickers of candles burning me without fair pretext
Pressing me to walk or run or fly to complete the contest
Thumping my feet on this suicidal grounds of misery
My fate is resurrected from a death that is fabricated