On earth, the trees, the oceans keeping me alive
Yet I stand unsatisfied
Letting to know. I pick my quest and up the mountain I go
Every climb I do it for people to see
Does not really make me happy, it is a hard chore
But my soul comes alive in the pride the world has made out of unhappiness
I made it to the top maybe
I made it to the top of the mountain still the highest
The height might change with time
Tomorrow, climbing may be easier
But nothing changes the lack of air at the top
Nothing changes the loneliness
There is no place to put off my flesh on the mountain
Life fails me and I fall on my knees
The people and world I do it all for fades out
I forgot, only a god without flesh dwells hear
Now that I die here. My only glory is the mountain beneath me
Beautiful poem and art. Dont give up on us. Keep climbing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice piece of Work, Yewande. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks