Fighters: unsaved, in pain and running in circles

A metaphor for for someone trying to run from their problems, however, their problems are mental. You can't run from your own mind.

Chasing down the countryside

The dawn in hot pursuit

Up all night

But the warrior is not tired

Running as hard as he can

The end is almost there

The horse is slowing

The intensity growing

He jumps off his horse

Though he is slower

He wants to do the work

It will satisfy

It’s the drink at the end of the marathon

He runs

He chases

He will not stop

As he runs out of breath

As he runs out of energy

As he runs out of will

His knees buckle

He’s tired

He starts to cry

“Big boys don’t cry” he tells himself

He picks up speed once more

Faster, faster, faster

He won’t let it get him

The chase continues

He WILL NOT let it get him

Weary, exhausted, parched

Run, run, run

Faster, faster, faster

He runs into a forest

Run, run, run

Faster, faster, faster

It almost catches him

“Keep going” he tells himself

“Almost there”

But really, he has no idea how far

He dodges low hanging branches

He leaps over tall roots

A huge spider is sitting on its web

The fighter almost can’t stop in time to dodge

He skids and changes directions

“Don’t stop now” he tells himself

His heart races

An owl hoots

A sudden wave of guilt hits him

He remembers all he has done wrong

Run, run, run

Faster, faster, faster

He splashes in a mud puddle

Run faster, run faster

Weary, tired, teary eyed

“Men don’t cry” he repeats to himself

“True men don’t cry”

He slows and stops

“I’m letting it get me” he says

“I’M LETTING IT GET ME” he screams

He then can’t talk

Can’t think

Can’t cry

“It has me”

“It Has Me”

“IT HAS ME”

“I have failed”

He realizes that the forest is quiet and peaceful

It’s peaceful

It’s familiar

He’s been here before

He sees the same old trees

The same old pine smell

The same gentle breeze

“I’ve been here before”

“I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE,” he is enraged

Everything he just did was in a huge circle

And all he just did was a loss

The pain, the tears, the isolation

And he sobs

Through his teeth, all he can utter is:

“Men don’t cry”

He can’t explain it

He doesn’t know why

But he picks himself up and starts running

He doesn’t want it to get him

He can’t let it get him

“I’m almost there” he tells himself

But really, he has no idea how far