Walking.
A dusty road moves under him
Pebbles run from his feet as they shuffle along
Autumn leaves chase after and past him,
Riding the wind.
A twig snaps
Halted.
Stealing glances over his shoulders
Spying a tree that hides
A big,
Hulking kid
Eyeing him.
Running.
Not a moment to spare,
He drops his backpack,
Knowing it will only slow him down.
The dusty road moves faster under him
Like a treadmill,
He worries at some point
He might not keep up with it.
This time, the pebbles dance,
They play around his feet.
The leaves rush to either side
As if to make way for him ,
and the gorilla-built boy chasing after him.
He has no idea why,
But he never did,
Not even once.
Gorilla boy gains,
He runs faster,
wishing for the wind to pick him up
and carry him away.
he looks behind him again,
Big mistake.
One stone does not dance for him,
Instead his foot touches down
And the stone grounds him.
The dusty road,
Now moving much to fast,
coming much to close.
Closer,
Closer,
and right before they meet,
He knows this is it,
and his head gets accustomed
to the dusty road.
It brings mercy.
It brings no light
of what the gorilla boy might do to him
when he gets to him.
No space for pain anymore.
And the leaves chase after one another,
Running with the wind.
And the pebbles are still once again,
Still as the boy
on the still dusty road.
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The Dusty Road
PoetryWritten for the #endbullying contest, this is a poem about a boy walking home, who encounters his bully.