My Lasting Minutes

I walk alone, but never lost,
Through ash and iron, storm and cost.
Not for the crowd, nor fame’s loud ring—
I answer to a higher King.

I’ve bled in mines and battled doubt,
Felt silence louder than a shout.
Carried weight no man could see,
With truth and duty tethered to me.

They called me blunt, said I don’t bend—
But spines don’t crack when they don’t pretend.
I speak in lines both sharp and clean,
Not polished lies or plastic sheen.

I love one woman, deeply, whole—
She’s been the light behind this soul.
My sons? I raise them not to kneel—
But stand, with grit that’s forged in steel.

I trust in God, but not in man,
Not governments with shaky plans.
I see the rot behind the rules,
The cowards crowned as kings and fools.

But still I build, I mine, I lead—
Not for applause, but for the need.
To carve a future bold and free,
Before the dark lays claim on me.

So if you ask what fuels this fire—
It isn’t rage, or lost desire.
It’s this: I know what matters most—
To guard what’s mine, not chase a ghost.