Alone

A little poem about a man and what he sees.

Alone

I walk alone,
Knowing that I’ve lost
All I’ve loved
Looking at the snow-capped mountains
Scraping the rolling clouds

I watch a grandfather, lazily
Whittling a stick
Looking at the shaves curl and fall
To the hard packed dirt

All my troubles settle inside of me
I look around at the empty shells
I call home
And the dusty
Blood splattered footprints
In the field

Until my mind clears

Then I’m back looking at the snow-capped mountains
Wishing I wasn’t
The man that walks alone