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Sometimes, no matter how painful, you have to accept that you're facing a boulder and can't get around it.

A Mountain Separates Us

Hovering overhead in a wisp of obscurity,
The ghost of what transpired between us
Sinks into cold gray crevices.
Echoes of what you once were to me,
(Or lesser, what I was to you),
Reverberate about the stonecold mass.
Lover's refrain twists to funeral dirge,
Cherished words a mournful requiem,
Whipped in frenzy in howling terrains.
A sickness creeps over you, and I
Cringe and shrink from it's overspill.
While climbing the jagged edge,
And taking me, your foothold, for granted,
A lesson was lost.
Love is not only for summits and successes,
It should permeate every breathless, tested, aching
Crag along the way.
I cannot be your sherpa, nor your loyal beast.
When you peak it will be alone,
I gave up and camped in solitude,
The glow from that little stove the most warmth
I've felt in an eternity of futile trekking.
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3 Visitor Comments

What a beautiful, mature, well thought outpoem. Wow. This is supurb. I love this poem.
This poem was just what I needed at the moment. Great job!
I like the images you use. nice poem

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