About me say something
Clear, far from riddle
For you know nothing
Of me, enough to be little?
I've journeyed the forest
Plain, desert and sea
Grown wise as the peak of Everest
Bunch of aches, brief joy seen
Till you know the count of snow
Falling to lay, unlike the dropping rain
Or split a moment and live my shadow
Can you then comprehend my days of pain
A stab on my back
Now stings as mere insect bite
Mesmerised?
Can't crack and break to whine for a while
Likewise long gone the flair to smile
How will you know the count of snow
Falling ahead a shivering nose
Or tread my shoes with strainless toe?
For then can your tissues absolve my daily dose
Rough tough as a thug of war
Far beyond lines of peace
What horror more will life bore
Scarred from wound, but at ease.
