Last frontiers

Last frontiers
Somehow they try to break this wilderness.
There are many ways they surely can.
The classrooms and tips and a quiz,
are as a man with no real hand.
Just one last dance
as they take their stance
and look so fierce
versus the last frontiers.
The big rooms echo their ego.
To write prose can be taught.
On the rocky trail they go
to extend the papers they brought.
It is cold
with a stinging pierce,
not so bold
as the last frontiers?
The walls they have created
slowly fade into the mist.
For there are absurd things stated,
and these burn in history’s abyss.
The people they chase
lived there once
but as for the shedding of tears
none from the last frontiers.

Poetry can have many interpretations. This poem represents the art of writing as a wilderness.