Submerged in blinding red and blue at dawn,
I climb the barren fields to find between
the gentle tides of crying clouds, where spawn
the highest peak of world in mist unseen.

I leap across the steps where fallen sweat
will glide and fill the throat of void abyss.
By luck, I touch the top where rock had met
the sky, a well of concrete dreams. I reach

only to fall straight down
to where I first begun.

 

Featured Image: Photograph of Mt. Everest.


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2 Responses

  1. NealD

    This is a compelling set of lines with a substantial topic. Much praise, thank you.

    Reply

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