Anywhere But Here

TrystanBehm

“What are you running from son?”

Saliva forming white chunks

Bubbling on his lips

 

“Nothing Drill Sergeant” I yelled

My words devoid of life

“Everything”, my brain registered 

 

“Ten more you worthless pieces of shit”

He grunted indiscriminately at all of us

All of us saying the same thing

Thinking very separate thoughts

 

Challenges like mile markers

Between us and the past

As we push closer to the

Open arms of the reaper

 

A future we embraced and desire

A point on the path, of our choosing

Farthest from what we were

  • Author: TrystanBehm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2018 07:54
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  • Laura🌻

    Trys,

    When we choose our own path, we have to be ready and willing to accept all that we encounter along the way! The onus is on us!

    This was a fine write...open-ended interpretation...the quality of an excellent writer!

    ~Laura~

  • Goldfinch60

    That path we travel may have many obstacles but every time we overcome them our live get stronger and happier.



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