The Summit

The tale of a hiker who ends up losing his way.

We're born into this world

at the base of a mountain.

Expected to climb it, they say,

"Go on, son. You can."

So you take your first steps

onto this conqueror of man.

Cautiously stepping,

without even a plan.

You ascend higher, 

and your parents become hazy.

The knowledge you've obtained

lets you think, "Just maybe."

You've climbed quite a ways, 

but your rope unfurls.

Luckily you're caught

by the hands of a girl.

Indebted, you join her,

It's the least you could do.

Huddled close in the cave

you whisper "I love you."

She doesn't respond, 

but you know in your heart

that this woman you met

is the muse of your art.

You scramble and race

to make it through the storm.

That one final push,

you keep her warm.

At the top of the spire, 

the mountain's summit.

You're promptly shoved off

to you she didn't commit.

Through countless hours, you suffered and strained

to write a masterpiece, and to only her perform.

But she was much better, so with a graceful gesture,

from out your chest your heart she had torn.

And the reality is, that to this day

Men will still find her while on their way.

Reviews

[twain]

Pretty awesome poem, he couldn't watch his back, he put too much trust upon someone he didn't even know.

[annabellee]

that is a really god poem, I liked the metaphor with the mountain and the girl :)
Your poem flows very well and has nice rhymes.
Well done :)