Bruce Adams Poet Epic

Destiny

Why me?
    Stranded on hard ice, alone
    Sun's cold light false hope
    Howling wind cuts soul and bone
Destiny 
    Lost frozen feet walk, no bliss
    Silent prayer their guide 
    Miracles born in darkest corridors whisper and kiss
Destiny
     Life at last ! Coming fast !
     Planet of eat or be eaten, knife in hand
     Suddenly strength of 10, Bear meat though arm needs cast
Destiny
     Two hundred miles, a cabin, maybe a Coors ?
     Instead of a Coors, Trapper's murderous eyes wait till I sleep
     I awake, tied to a bed, sound of chainsaw roars
Destiny
     Lunatic approaches, sinister smile
     Prey has fallen into his trap
     Want to be away from here, at least a mile
Destiny
     A stumble, a fall, chainsaw cuts rope, life at times fair !
     I'm free, strength of 10 again !
     I give trapper coffee, while he is tied to his chair
 Destiny

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Andrea Dietrich February 3, 2017 at 6:56 PM Came back here to tell you that this is noted as your best work at Soup! Did you know that? I sure have liked it a lot!

Doug Vinson December 29, 2016 at 11:39 AM Whew, Bruce, I'd be wanting quite a few beers after days like that. Nicely done; cheers, Doug.

Andrea Dietrich December 25, 2016 at 2:24 PM OH WOW< I love the twist, This is GREAT with that weird theme , and I am jealous I did not think of this!! I love STephen King stuff and this has that "feel" to it. Soupmail.