Life-Swings-Death..

I swing between life and death,
Suppressing a hard earned breath.
I wait for the water to fall,
I wait for it to quench my thirst.
My heart pounds like an iron hammer,
Beads of sweat hang upon my brow.
My muscles bear the brunt of me,
I wait for life to revive again.
The runners seem distant to me,
They appear as a haze to my eyes.
Sometimes close,sometimes way too far,
They reflect in the breath I take.
I lie down on the ground flat,
Looking upwards,I allow a smile.
As the world zooms in and out,
I lie in anticipation of the unknown.
Tired and restless,torn and stitched,
I swing between life and death.