Drill Sergeant Chill?

Drill Sergeant Chill?

A Poem by Kit Grey

Just a little pre-basic training jitters :3


You're in my face,

Yelling at me, screaming

That I am a disgrace.


I can't see what I've done wrong

Can't you see, I'm not used to this.

I'm only seventeen,

Young and scared.

Practically trembling with your face

So close to mine.


I hit the ground,

Knocking of twenty.

My arms are numb,

I shake with pain


I won't be able to make it.


I stay strong,

Trying to prove a point.

Trying to show you I can.

This is where I belong.

© 2012 Kit Grey

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Added on April 10, 2012
Last Updated on April 10, 2012
Tags: army, pain, no pain no gain, punishment, owe


Kit Grey
Kit Grey

Pittsburgh , PA

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