Come on
Keep going
1-2-3-4
1-2-3-4
Marines is going to be worse
Spit flies from parched lips
Cracked worse than the pavement.
Feet hit the ground in uneven beats.
Sniffles from running noses break through the air.
Conversation is halted by gasping lungs begging for just a moments rest
A slap on the back urges the body faster
They've caught up
It's too late...
NO!
You're slowing down bodies surround and pass you
No! Run!
Feet are thundering
Using each step to surge forward
One becomes two becomes four
So close now
The voices are cheering
They're falling back
You did it
Breathe
Good job
That's it just relax and bathe in the glory
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
