Alone, so horribly alone,
left on my own for so long now,
only God knows for sure how long,
no one to speak a single word,
endless days and nights on my own,
surrounded by silent mountains,
on the footpath to the valley,
human remains litter the trail,
oh, how I wish they were looking,
really searching for me, but no,
regional mountain climbers die
in the frost as they try to climb
blindly through snowdrifts, mountain fog,
lightning storms and avalanches,
yet, somehow, I arrived up here,
ask me if I remember how,
little snippets persist in mind,
only I can no longer speak,
no images, just a felt sense,
everyone died, or I ate them.
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