The bruises from my hands gape so horribly, A sordid reminder of my ascent up the mountain, My sorrowful eyes show pain,distress,tiredness. The climb has ebbed every inch of my energy away, But I will climb, Maybe,just maybe,after this moutain, Is a steep so slopy,I will not break a sweat as I descent, As the simple force of gravity ferries me in the bliss of success, And right then,the pain of the climb will not matter, But the sweetness of my reward.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 04:15:15 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015