Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

I Am. - Poem by Slava Olchevski

Hello friend.
I feel the time has come
For you to know me
To find, who I become

You followed my footsteps
We played for the exact same team
I tell you the details
Of my recurring dream:

I am hanging on a cliff
My hands are tired, body aching, legs are stiff
The stone is crumbling and I lose my grip
A better hold I try to find, but fingers slip

And into the abyss I fall
Eternity has passed, before that happened.
Another one will start
But, I achieved my goal

Eternity of time
Infinity of space
Against the little speck of flesh
That clings for life to a cliff’s face

But in the end I knew
That I have conquered them
Just for the simple fact
Because, I AM.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

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