BAM !The gunshot goes off
they ran with all their might

I

stood there motionless
trying with all my might
to move even just a step forward
But my legs would not move
and the race has already begun
All there is left is
me

A lonely pony
questioning the reason of my state
gnashing my teeth at the wind
frustrated with the sand
angry with my shoes
but who is there to blame
but me

I need help
someone to pull me out of this water
because if I struggle any further
the deeper I sink
Like quick sand sucking me in
till I am no more