- Brian M Winningham
Weary beyond pain,
On into the twilight,
On into the darkness;
A cloak in the dank dark night
Shrouds my thoughts, my mind.
My senses automatically scanning
Attuned to the darkness;
Meaningless refrains upon my lips,
Powerful mantras to my will,
Mumbling silently on,
Words whispered in the darkness;
March or die – Mere words, no meaning
No reason or understanding.
Just step on and on and on and on.
Walk with the darkness;
Stooped with more than mere weight –
The trek weighs heavy on my mind,
Still I trudge forward – step after step.
Pain nothing but the darkness;
Days, months, years, lifetimes seem to pass.
Now it’s done and you drop your load.
Immediately the pain flashes deep and raw like lightning
And away slips the darkness;