I squint out over these mountains
Trust the sturdy granite beneath my soul
No other discourse, nor companion.
One lone eagle, golden, head cocked to the side –
Not sure what to make of this lone human.
Even I do not know, as I gaze below, how
My Self came to be, alone upon this stone.
“I trust no one, not even myself.” – Joseph Stalin
(according to brainyquote.com)
*Daily Post – Poetry*
*Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme*