Climbing high,
To the sky,
Finding ways,
To climb all days,
Happiness!
Don't you know,
It's time to go,
Don't dare stop,
Till you reach the top,
Hope!
Your feet slip,
Then you dare trip,
Then you fall,
Out you call,
Help!
On the ground,
And never found,
Your last breath,
To a nasty death,
Pain!
The cold morn,
In which hawks fly,
The sand keeps,
You so deep,
Sorrow!
And one day!
In late May,
Out they dig,
You not so big,
Shudder!
They all weep,
The coffin seeps,
In that cliff,
Your body stiff,
Tears!
Never again climbing high,
Never again to the sky,
Never again finding ways,
Never again to climb all days,
But your spirit flies,
To clouds & skies!
Sigh!
---- Jennifer Alexis Holton
I started writing poetry at nine and have continued writing since then. I have posted some of them on here. I write more freelance style then structured poetry. This is an inside look at different moments in time for me. I'll continue to look thru my old stuff and see what I can post on here. Thanks for looking at my blog and feel free to comment. *~*Jen*~*
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