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I wanted to live as a mountain climber
Contributed by
johndough111
on
Tuesday, 18th March 2003 @ 12:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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A mountain climber: I dare to play with my vehicle,
Anything to get to my paradise at the clouds,
I scrape my skin, and I bleed,
And I would cease if only I could see that you believed
But as days came and days went, I had no choice but to patiently wait
But the life in the sky was slow, and time seemed to delay,
I climbed while looking back waiting for you to tug at my arm
But you never tried to stop me,
My wrist was a weapon only your good will could disarm
But I suppose that you must have known that I could not change
As I felt the rough gust of wind and dirt
I climbed and I climbed up, and my guts twisted but I did not stop
I assumed it was another danger with which to flirt
I climbed with my hands, and I climbed with my knees
But I never could find that peak,
The peak that my ribs told me I had to seek
I know that I was wrong now, to leave,
A mountain climber: all I could do was reach a plateau
But you and I both know that I wanted much more
And then when I felt that there was nothing left
I opened my fists, and I let go
Watched from outside as my body fell flimsily on the bathroom floor
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2003-03-18 12:45:00] (Date/Time posted on
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