Mountains, too afraid to climb
Ledges sharp and steep
Falling, shadows over all my aspirations
Looking up for inspiration
But is anything worth the trek
Just to say it’s been done
Just to have to walk back down again
Bragging rights soon forgotten
And in time I’ll return to lust again
The void still unfulfilled
The sky, of hues so happy
The stars, shined triter than you
The flesh of skin never looked quite right
Stained glass windows like lens to my mind
Like art disguised as truth
Even the broken looks beautiful
And you stare until the image doubles
Knowing it’ll never appear that way again
Miles ahead of desperation
Hands rusted in defeat of the climax you couldn’t reach
You don’t use them anymore
And you lay it on me like salve to a broken wound
You never asked but you know, the truth I’m not inclined to say
And every descending glance affirms it even more
Words covey little, against the transparency of a soul
So I climb, a mountain too vertiginous
To a pinnacle I know I’ll never reach
But it’s driven by compulsory force
Every move aches with purpose
Every pull feels like pushing veracity away
I’ll die with my ambition, but at least I didn’t stay
Miles ahead of desperation
Hands bruised in defeat of the love I couldn’t reach
I don’t use them anymore
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