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As I climb, to the tallest mountain,

My heart is racing,

Thinking you might be there,

Impatiently waiting until I see you're face again,

I get near the top,

The highest point,

I finally reach,

I look around,

I do not see you're face,

All i see is white,

There's no love, no you.

I scream as my heart is in pain,

And my soul is dying,

I shout it as loud as I can,

Your name echos through the winds,

Down the slopes, past the river,

As the mountain starts to shake in fury,

I see the snow coming, a million miles a minute,

I run for cover, but its too late,

I'm drowning in white,

I'm buried alive,

Im dying inside and out,

As i slowly take my last breath,

The last thing I picture,

Is your sweet, gentle self.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is a poem that took a little longer to think up then the others, but it took time, it was well worth, i pictured myself in the mountains, very naturefilled lol. but its a poem, like all the others. rate it as u want.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 5:05am
©16 January 2004 - 8:54pm — cassandra_lynn
14 May 2004 - 4:06pm — Gary Mills (not verified)
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It was time well spent, a lifetime in a minute. I like to think we all have our mountains, our losses, and our rejections to fight through. This speaks to all of those feelings in me.
good write,

stay safe