A wry smile dressed the young man's face
as he drove into the ground
a sign reading, "Tranquility - Population: 1"
Pride resounded across the mountain top
as it exploded out of his chest.
His conquest was complete.
Four days later, he thought to himself
The white blanket has grown so strong
It blocks out the sun and bars exit
Wind swept and pure
Nature's prison locked tight against doors and windows
Who knows what remains of my sentence?
I wish I would have brought my provisions
I wish I would have chopped wood
They say that hell burns hot, and cries of torture permeate the soul
my hell is so cold, the only thing I hear
is the settling of these wooden walls
and the chattering of my teeth occasionally interupted
by the groans from my stomach.
My dry mouth and lips have long
since given up the fight- I no longer cry out.
My lips and hands have burst open
and trickle forth warm life.
I wish I had went some place tropical
I wish I hadn't have yelled at her
In this institution of frozen water
I die slowly of thirst
The driven demon holds fast to all of the exits
like a bullish albino guard that neither lets me out
nor allows me to coax him in.
Will I see the sun again?
Nature flexed and knocked over a sign
that read, "Tranquility - Population: 1"