High Expectations

I tried not to fall short
of your expectations.
But how can you ask me
to climb a mountain
with only my bare
hands and feet?
I tried, I really did.
I climbed until my fingers
were bloody and my
feet bruised. Until my
face stung from frostbite
and my body lost all feeling
except for pain.
Yet I still lost my grip
on the icy rocks
and fell on my face,
breaking damn near
every bone in my body.
Don’t worry darling,
just for you, I will
wake up and
try again tomorrow
and I won’t stop
until it kills me.





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_Calyps0_ said...
Jul. 21, 2011 at 7:02 pm

First poem on here that has sincerely made my cry. Not weep, just that overwhelming feeling of emotion that seems to seep out.

This is truly beautiful.

 
TylerEatWords This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 21, 2011 at 7:36 pm
I'm glad someone appreciates it so much. Thank you very much.
 
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