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by: Edward Rochester Esq - Thu, 24 Nov 2022 01:04 UTC

The Climb

So you've reached your mountain top,
that place where dreams could make you king
and along the way you destroyed all
that became nothing but nusiance biting at ego,
nothing more than hungry flies on spoiled meat.

Now you stand at the top below dark clouds,
thunder off in the distance, looking down
at your reign over nothing, for all birds have gone quiet,
flown off to clear skies, as your eyes search
companionship, that path you cut with sharp blade
and dull rhetoric has become overgrown, a simple touch
now poison, the itch of memory, a foe.

Worth it? You say to yourself, worth the effort
to squander all else, your throne resting on uneven legs,
your toothless roar ruffles no one, your effort trickles
rather than pours down until nothing remains
but jagged scars on a faceless audience.

Edward Rochester Esq.

Beware the one behind you.

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