climin' up a maintain top
climin' and no stoppin' stop
climin till my ears go pop
climin' up a mountain
the road is ragged-jagged
curlin' closer to my jacket
wind making all the racket
climin' up a mountain
atop the wide mountaintop
hardships won and hardships fought
the tops of shops burned in my thought
i climbed up a mountain
then
tumblin' down the mountain foot
rumblin' like goliath's foot
wheelin' till my back stays put
tumblin down a mountain
eyes apart, my back departs
the sheets from my cold march
lips break free from the hush
and let go what was kept
"i haven't climbed the mountain yet"
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
