As a Man
I am no more able to judge
the contents of my heart
Than I can judge
The distance to a mountain
This is why
After a long trail
I was surprised
how far it was
To meet the crest
It’s also why
At the dusk of that day
The storm looked
So far away
And we chose to stay
The next morning
When I awoke
The snow piled
To the third spoke
But we had hope
Three days later
when we still survived
The drift was up to our eyes
We weren’t gone yet
But the food was
Six days after
Snow still high
Who, but she, would die
Surely I was next
But I had to try
The next day
My food was back
Lying next to me
Cold and still
dead as a nail
Ten days later
they found me
With a hollowed out chest
On that crest
I told them I tried my best
You cannot tell
The contents of a mans heart
So as they dragged me in a cart
They saw crying
But I was planning
On reprising
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Not a lot of my
Poems are complete
That is because I
Can’t compete
With those who
Think clearly
Or who construe
Words quickly
Nor those that
wage a war
So as to combat
What’s in their core
No I will not
play to win
as I wasn’t taught
To look within
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:01 PM UTC