Poem: The Mountain

Change is coming and the ride to the mountain is almost here.

The mountains are hiding the shadows that holds hope.

Fearing that love is washing away the things that holds power.

Love is no longer a battlefield.

It is a hill that I no longer want to climb.

The journey that I am taking is turning into a dream full of nightmares.

I thought I knew what I was doing.

Turns out I am still just this hopeless foul.

I keep trying to climb, but the mountain is getting steeper and steeper.

Should I turn around and go back to the things that I know?

This climb is not worth my mind.

The mountain is starting to become clear, but the picture no longer has me.

It no longer has my hopes and my dream.

The thing that holds my hand.

I think that it does not want me.

I am starting to think I no longer want it.