The wind blows cold
Against the mountain side.
The rope I hold
Keeps my life from falling.
My foolish pride
Leads me through the darkness,
Where I abide
Gripping this mountain wall.
Empty, starkness
In the depths of my soul.
Veiled darkness
As I climb ev’n higher.
My lofty goal
Achieved at a great cost,
Leaves a black hole
And many scars unseen.
Author notes
Another one on the empty pursuit of success.
Written August 13th, 2004
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