Written in 4 edited in 2

Six minutes given in to write this simple verse.

Six passing fleeting thoughts to jot to page in rhyme.

And fitting is this task so poignantly perverse,

To fill the story of a life in such short time.

Courage

Courage never came to me,

In sudden fits of desperate rage,

Uncaged by some indemnity,

Released by some injustice done.

Courage always seemed to be,

The fear of death which made me stay,

Upon my march of sleeplessness,

What's courage, if not coward's son?