A Shorter Journey Poem by Franz Velasco

Drench in one's despair;
Dipped in cold bitter substance;
An aftertaste that could break one's heart.
Vulnerable, bare back shivering against howling winds;
Pangs of pain on every inch of one's skin.
How can one keep going looking for shelter?
When home is over ahead merciless mountains;
Treacherous terrains, waiting for a slip towards one's own impalement;
With such harsh environment, one cannot help looking for comfort,
Comfort from colder depths.
By taking everything at once;
To overwhelm one's own existence,
To wander towards harsher but quieter disposition.
A journey way much shorter,
With home ahead, at last.