Josiah Vermont

Throughout my childhood
he was always there for me
Now i can’t hear him

They follow my car
It’s been over 5 years now
and I’m paranoid?

I called your mother
She lied and said you weren’t home
I have no tears left

Never is easy
ascending a steep mountain
Don’t die for the view

I searched for my gift
assistance, not prophecy
again, you are right

A profound poem
does not need to say alot
It just has to speak

You lived on your terms
then were buried like a king
Now rest with our tribe

Sharpied desert stones
touched into this glass device
are once more set free

Never had much here
Maybe now good luck will stay
Another dice rolls