In the dark pt. 1
I woke up in this dark place.
I’m not sure how I ended up here.
Last thing I remember,
I was in Iraq,
Filling my canteen and realigning my gear.
I can smell a foul odor,
Quite similar to death.
I should know what death smells like,
They call me,
Giver of Last Breath.
It’s tagged on my rifle,
A way to deflect my doings onto it.
But now I lay motionless,
No rifle in hand,
Just opened eyes to nothing,
Myself is all I have.
I try to stand up.
I have no strength.
How long have I been here?
Who put me here?
Why am I here?
I feel a jolt of energy rush through my body.
A jolt, enough to stand me up.
Dark becomes light,
And odor becomes a refreshing breeze.
I am no longer in my tomb of darkness,
I am being pulled out by something…
2 comments on In the dark pt. 1
….that feels likes fulfillment, as I’ve met my destiny.
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