Valtournenche

The dawn breaks,

The Earth shakes,

The world wakes,

His heart aches,

He looks to his left,

Then to his right,

Considers that he may still,

Be alive tonight,

It’s still dark,

It’s too cold,

He didn’t ever want to grow old,

Be trapped in a body no longer his,

Unable to feel nothing,

Nothing but icy tears,

Outside,

He feels sick,

Go inside? Go to work?

Time to take his pick,

The cobbles are much harder today,

The alpine wind hits him,

He prays for delay,

Just one more moment alone,

Comfortable, at home,

To crawl back into the confines of white,

Or simply wait for bright day to turn to calm night,

The lampposts are taller,

The spotless snowcap looks smaller,

Please stop, it hurts,

When you touch me it feels worse,

He’s alone and he’s sad,

But still caustic and mad,

Only young, still in pain,

Frighteningly tense, yet again,

Pains like knives,

His heart beating fast enough to save a thousand lives,

He wishes for his holy wings to carry him to the skies,

Or anywhere far away from here,

Somewhere, where he will feel no fear.