Running- but Where to?

My legs are weary
screaming-
when can I stop
drawing long and
ragged
breaths
from my diseased
heart?

The path continues
beyond sight;
and the pace is
relentless-
Footfalls pound
on hard pavement
and the cold air
pressing too close.

The cold air
is not dispelled
by my faint
body heat
because the body
of air
is so much
greater.

There seems no end to
the Path,
I can only get off
the smooth even ground-
what I might step on
next I don't know,
praying that it is not
darkness that I slip into.