Mountains of Me

February 4, 2018
By Scramble SILVER, Wilmington, Delaware
Scramble SILVER, Wilmington, Delaware
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One week ago
My dog
In my arms
Died.
I haven’t felt anything since.
I’ve used passion to cover my face
Perhaps i’ve fooled you.
But i’m the fool
This isn’t a poem
Its an attempt
To do what I need to do.
Something i’ve waited to long for
To feel again
To cry
So I can climb the crests of the world again
By riding it’s troughs
While our fools horde satisfaction
Only to find their toys looking dull.
But I seek despair
I seek pain
I seek love
I seek hate
I seek fear
I seek thrill
I seek joy
I will not stop at the first mountain
I will descend and climb the next


The author's comments:

When you see a creatures eyes become glass, you've entered the world.


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