Story of a man, who is mountain climbing and caught by the wrath of winter storms. |
I walked unknowingly As the cold wind kept shaking my very bones I bundled up, and soon was taken for a ride In this torrent of winter, with so little supply The materials I had were short and simple Enough to make a bed, and a fire to cook on, But little did I know about what was to come, and how I was to survive left me all from numb A gust of wind, and a snowstorm at that Was no help to me, for I lost everything I had To walk in the dark, but my breath was visible was all but comforting, for I was invisible No one in sight for miles around This forsaken land up in the clouds My legs had begun to ache and wane As it soon became hard to breathe, for I knew I was in pain In a brief moment I suddenly remembered The flare gun I had, that was in my back jacket pocket I shot it into the sky, with the hope someone would notice I was stranded way up in the mountains, freezing and hopeless After a couple hours, I knew it was the end I had gone days with so much walking, I felt numb all over My vision was fading, and I was about to collapse When suddenly a light shown from above, as I began to relapse. I woke up in a hospital a good hundred miles from where I was Where a man had been sitting right next to my bed startled from my noise, he had bursted into tears For he saw that I was alive, and there was nothing to fear He said your a lucky man my friend, another storm was coming We sighted a light in the sky, and quickly hurried To the sight of you unconscious, laying face down in the snow Before long we noticed it was just moments ago So here you are my friend, alive and fed But I am afraid your mountain climbing days are done and over You acquired damage on both your hands and feet From the frostbite of nature, a horrible defeat Taken in by his words, I understood where I was I was in hell by my thoughts if nothing else For a day without doing what I love to do best Is like stabbing me over and over upon my chest Later I was let go, and put on my way With my hands covered in black, to remind me of my pain Stuck at my home, writing without hinder I told my story about the time I had been faced by winter |