• Brian M Winningham

The Trek


Courtesy 75th Ranger Regiment, US Army

Weary beyond pain,

Trudging forward.

On into the twilight,

On into the darkness;

The nothingness…


A cloak in the dank dark night

Shrouds my thoughts, my mind.

My senses automatically scanning

Attuned to the darkness;

The nothingness…


Meaningless refrains upon my lips,

Powerful mantras to my will,

Mumbling silently on,

Words whispered in the darkness;

The nothingness…


March or die – Mere words, no meaning

No reason or understanding.

Just step on and on and on and on.

Walk with the darkness;

The nothingness…


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;

The nothingness…


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;

The nothingness.

9 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Three things I learned from my very first breath: However well you do; next time you must do better yet. Do exactly as I say, but don’t you dare do what I do. Children must not speak unless they are s

Running and running and running Only ever serves to make us tired. Can’t even find the traction to escape This trough in which we’re mired. Our soul might only be an electric ghost, And entities we pr

For EAW Sharp as knives, my thoughtless words slice, Cutting deep and easy as an assasin’s razor. It isn’t blood that flows but tears from her eyes, While she tries to pretend to not let it phase her.