Life's Contest
Life's Contest
A cold rain fell thrown by the wind,
A massive thrust of javalins,
That seemed to pierce each flake of skin...
As I was standing there.
What had I done? Where had I been?
Soaked to the bone from end to end...
No memory of foe or friend
As I was standing there.
The mass below my feet did grin,
Eyes fixed upon somewhere within
Beyond a place of waste and sin...
As I was standing there.
Unmoved the stare did watch me then,
In leaves and rain and blood, now thin
Half covered...princely diadem
As I was standing there.
Then lightening struck a nearby limb
It's sound a shallow requiem
For this lost soul to apprehend...
As I was standing there.
I heaved more leaves on top of him,
Concealing every trace of sin.
Now out of sight, I thought again...
As I was standing there.
What had I done? Where had I been?
It's too late now to make amends
For life's contest I could not win...
As I was standing there.
--ByDebBurch--
3/17/2012
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