Beneath snow-capped ranges
Upturned and forgotten
By daybreak we meet
With the same desolate glare

I stir unfulfilled
As a waning sliver of youth
A disheveled wanderer
Marooned, to the contours of home

Where voices rage
Like iron-clad beasts
Trading the horrors
That fester violently within

Words arch hatefully
As I wade for hopeful shores
From the river’s eternal chorus
Where I flounder
Time after time