Desperate measures

Sitting here in the cold,
I reflect on memories of old,
I did what I had to to survive,
I ate who was left to survive,
Our horses froze,
Our equipment was used up,
May the Lord forgive me for what I've done,
I'm waiting for rescue till the morning sun,
As I sit here and reflect on my life,
I wonder only one thing,
Could I have put salt on my meal?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my, Piers Paul Reid's "Alive" comes to memory...
we do what we have to...i am sure the speaker would be forgiven...
but then the last line...the dark humor and for that, maybe not.
but a fun irony occurs in this otherwise dark piece.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a memoir of the Donner Party. The last three lines come across as really dark humor.