The Logger

It is a poem about a character, his past, what he has become, a dead man walking alive able to see the real life of any situation. There is a non-flavor text under the picture if it is hard to read.

The Logger

After the wheel stopped i did not

The truck's blue sheen stained with dirt 

As were the soles of my boots

Ground blamed the weight of my body

Truth is,the soul weighed much more

Body scarred and burned as only i knew

Stature stiff and strong i rose

Walked like a dead man alive

Heart made of stone unbroken

i saw the men rushing fast

To a piece of broken machinery

Used for chipping wood straight

A man had his leg caught

Tied to the wood by a logging strap

I ran to help

Our faces in horror, shocked

All that remained was upward his knee

Many cried at the leaving f his life

Tears did not fall down my cheeks

All he was to me was accident 58

That's all the board said

"Safety its our primary goal"

Days since last accident 0

I know my days are just as numbered

Author's Note

Sorry about the difficulty to read, i added a text only version under the picture due to complaints.

Reviews

[Alison Gross]

Certain parts of the Poem are very hard to read. I understand this is a Stylistic thing but we really need to be able to read it.

[ThePhoenixWriter]

Thankyou for the input, I've added a text only version to help with the difficulty to read