Avalanche

Buried.
Stone shovel, snow covered
Drip ice cold …
Moisture runs along your spine
to remind you,
You are alive.
You are alive,
You are alive…
Never before has the weight Of life
pressed so hard on your chest
has the weight of life,
kept you from rest
In white banks
Of exploration
Of glory turned desperation
We all wander away
Some day
The unlucky among us
Stay
where the kingdom
wraps them in chills.
The hills
seemed to stretch out for miles
And the echoes of empty searchers
were only beginning
That morning
when the sun promised
to guide their way
To where the unlucky among us
stay.