I climb and climb and climb.
I get to the top, conquering all:
All my fears and all my goals
All the steep rises and falls.
I can move no further,
I have taken a long, winding road,
only to look around
and find the reward I was promised,
shrouded in cloud.
I don't see anything, I just see grey
Cold, wet, wispy hands wrap around me,
The freezing wind shoves me backwards and forwards
The view from the top is not all it's cracked up to be.
Wow! I have always admired your poems, but this one is special. It's sad and slightly pessimistic (but that's something I'm used to meanwhile) but it's awesome. It sums it all up - life on the hopeless days. :)
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