Free Cee Dueling With Death

DUELING WITH DEATH I always believed i'd die young robbed of the dreams to which I clung making it to the apex, the summit, the top and then suddenly I'd have to stop I dug my spikes into the mountain's snow as I begged my feet simply to go but the longer I prayed the longer the trek seem to last but I always believed I'd have a very short past I walked the arid and cracked sand of deserts alone sometimes upright, often prone crawling and thinking about all the horrid things i've done being soaked by the humidity and seared by the sun I tripped lightly over live land mines with fear as the enemy and armaments drew near they marched closer with a frightening stare of temerity but that's all right, I was never bent on longevity © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~