Independence Or Loneliness? Poem by Vaughn Uriel Balane

Independence Or Loneliness?

When you're finally alone, standing at the summit--
got the money you bled for, with pockets full of gold--
but the air is thin
and no one climbs beside you,

what the hell do you call that?

Monday, March 23, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: money,standing
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