Day 24--National Poetry Month--Diatelle--Running a 2K

Today's poem is a diatelle, one I'd never heard of before. It's quite intricate, so I send you here to figure it out. And my poem:

RUNNING A 2k

Hate

To run

Once begun  

I'm dripping sweat

The miles my muscles   stun

Se     riously, are we there y     et?

Wh  ose stupid idea was this silly   bet?

Ru   nning will cause a catatonic st  ate

My  lungs can't pay of f their oxygen   debt

How many more  miles can I get

Seriously Not fun

Try not to fret

Bakin   g sun

Und   one

La     te

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