Climbing

A poem I just sort wrote for no reason

I see the white snow peak getting closer

So close we are 

To the northern star

 

I feel for whatever my hand can grab

Edges getting smaller

Heights growing taller

 

I smell the air thick with your aroma

Fragrance of flower

And a reeks of power

 

I taste the dust fall from above

It tastes like disaster

Fear isn’t my master

 

I hear the echoes of something trembling

Something above

A pebble hit me

 

I look up and down came a rain of rocks!

Pounding my head!

I’m going to be dead!

 

A large, crushing stone landed on my hand

I lose my grip

Down I flip

 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Now that is one frightning poem. I have always had a fear of falling. Great poem

[Gandré]

this was sweet, also the rhyme scheme A BB A BB, I liked a lot... and so innocent .. by reading this I remember my dreams of flying and falling down into a depth of something. You have lots of potential, keep on writing.