I'm climbing,
Trying to get to the top of this monsterous mountian.
But I can't.
For this mountain
Is not made up of earth and stone,
But raw emotion
Wanting to bubble to the surface.
My anger pulsating,
The sorrow of my heart consuming all,
Unbearable pain raging on,
Depression of my mind and body cutting deeper
My lonlieness persistant,
The emptieness devouring all chance of happiness.
This is the mountain
That I am attemtping to climb.
My attempt is weak from the pain.
But I must continue
Or I shall fall back down again,
At the feet of a mountain of raw emotions
To be but at it's mercy
Would be disasterous.
I can only keep climbing.
Brilliant, comparing your feelings to that of climbing a difficult mountain. Nice poetry..........10
Persistent loneliness is a theme in many writers works. The optimism at the end works great! Don't let the emptiness devour.. I reallly enjoyed this, adding it to my poem list. Beau
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is only in the climbing that we reach new heights and that's what you're doing my friend REACHING NEW HEIGHTS.10