Pablo

This is one of my personal favorite poems of mine I've wrote tbh idek if this counts as a poem cus it's much more like a story than poems but yk its cool either way I used TLOP album cover for cover

To die a man is to kill a boy, to grow one must make sacrifices because progress is formed under pressure. To birth a man is to neglect the wilted roots that had previously brought up the boy, until they blacken, die and crumble. The result is a strong, powerful man. It is merely the nature of evolution that for change to be made, what had existed previously must cease.

The cold grows overwhelming, gnawing down at their fingertips and toes. Lost in the seemingly endless ebbs and flows of the rocky mountainous terrain, Pablo hikes through the deadly world he has found himself in. Snowflakes decorate his face like inverted freckles, contrasting his tan skin with pale, bright spots that quickly fade to a light dew after contact, the heat of his body preventing it from freezing over. Pablo had not planned on this hike, and therefore came ill prepared. He feared the worst; he very well may die here. I guess he doesn't like the cold.

The difference between a minute, a day, and a year is the perception of time. Pablo had managed to stumble upon a freshly deceased deer, executed by a real predator, still warm and partially whole. The thought disgusted Pablo, but he was in no position to bargain, and with his bare hands he tore into the raw meat of the deer. Despite the humiliating position he was in, for the first time he felt hope. He thought to himself that maybe, if his luck didn’t give out he might just feel the warmth of the California air again. 

And the irony is that nobody knows how much longer Pablo survived. It could have been minutes, it could have been days, it could have been years. But that was the path he was forced to walk. And walk it he did, up until his legs gave out under him and the dew developing on his skin froze over. The idea that strength is entirely physical is a complete misconception. Strength goes much farther than raw, physical strength; how hard you can punch or how heavy of a weight you can lift. Strength of will is strength, because strength is will. And the will that Pablo possessed, the will to live is the absolute, purest form of strength any being may possess. Ironically, the will of a dead man far outweighs the will of a live one.