Vera Sidhwa


Rocks I've Climbed


The mountains and rocks I've climbed,
Oh my heart, my heart did pine,
For that trophy, the top of that hill,
The place of greatest thrill.

But just momentarily,
This message said,
I got many messages in red,
In hurried flashing red.

The second's conquest,
Did say of dark foreboding.
The second of my arrival on top,
Did the hill no good.

It didn't decorate it with my climb.
Neither did it decorate me with my climb.

Submitted: Monday, May 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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Reaching the top was not a conquest nor trophy.

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