The Summit.

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 2, 2014


She climbed a thousand lives,
experiencing solitude, pain,
and disorientation, where it
hadn't existed before.
Her days normally consisted
of praising dawn's arrival
and trusting the distance
that loomed up ahead.
Now, thoughts are foggy
and she can't feel the snow
mocking her every footstep.
A world obsessed with
emotion
has catapulted her to the top,
where she hovers and
tries to seek sustenance -
trying to find the point
in the pointless.

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Written 6/02/14 @ 2:28 PM

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  • 9 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    What an immense poem. Your flow and lines are flawless to me. Metaphor is excellent. Life is like a mountain a lot of the time. It's difficult to climb. I did like the two sides of emotion here. What used to be and what is now. You say this person used to love waking up in the morning and enjoy the day but not anymore. What people don't understand is depression can hit you that fast. When you climb to the top. Where is the point after that? Good last line to wrap the poem up. Beautiful work!

  • 9 years ago

    by DarkNDangerous

    This is truely beautiful. Been on here quite awhile and haven't really seen anyone so close to what I write about. It touched me deeply. Keep on writing, I'd deffinately love to read more of your stuff!

    PS: This line right here left me speachless my friend, "She climbed a thousand lives", and that was the first line, well done! :)

    ~AloneNHurt

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