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Matt
Poems
Mar 2015
Into The Mountains
Into The Mountains
I become one with the mountains
No past or future
This is a dream state
I make my way through
Bailey Canyon Park
The high grass and stumps
Cover this area
As well as several trees
Picnic tables as well
I make my way up the road
I am walking parallel to the monastery
I reach the Live Oak Trail
The oaks make a canopy
A wide open space
I stop along the trail to read
About the geological history of the area
And about the oak trees
And at the end of the trail
I step up onto a rise in the ground
A small ridge three feet above the ground
To look down at the oaks and the trail
Where I have just been
I looked up and saw the cross
On top of the dome of the monastery
I think I cried some then
You know nothing is ever fair in life
And I care for this woman
And she has her own life
And I get to see her for just one hour each week
And her beauty
And her smile and her laugh
How can I protect myself from her?
How can I shut her out?
I can't and I was honest with her
Too honest about myself
And I wonder how she perceives me
And I wonder if she thinks I am handsome
And I realize it doesn't matter
She is married anyway
And I realize I will always be alone
And I think when I was four
Crying at the gate
In my chair alone
And I thought of how
I think I could have loved her
And how I could have spent my life with her
And God does not care
How lonely I am
And nothing every changes
And so now all I have it nature
The oaks and the cross
And she was there
And is there
To comfort me
To listen to what I feel
For an hour every Friday
And it is like talking to an angel
Or being taken to a heavenly realm
And I told her intimate feelings
And she listened and understood
And I can't stop seeing her
She helps me
But she hurts me
And what is this creature woman
So radiant and pure
That God has made
And I am outside the looking glass
In her office
So close to her smile
And her radiance
But I look but cannot touch
I cannot touch
And no one touches me
She does not touch me
And if I ask her for a hug
I'm afraid I'll break down and cry
And tell her what she means to me
I was suppose to protect myself from this
From feelings like this!
So I return to the mountain
The past never happened
And so I try to erase my memories of her each week
But each time she laughs and smiles
I am taken off guard
And I don't know what to say
Even though these smiles and laughs
Are hurting me in some way
And I want to reach out and tell her
And tell her I want to hold her
And be held by her
And when I was in the mountains
This woman said "I thought you were a part of the rock"
And so she spends her weekend with her loving husband
And her baby on the way
And I return to the mountains
My refuge
And I become a part of the mountain
Never touched or loved
My eyes looking out from the mountain
And I just wanted to be her friend
And go on hikes
And I know I can't be with her
But just friends
No, can't do that either
She is my therapist
And so I remain alone
Forever alone
Liz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You crushed my heart
And so I cry
Cry and I ask why
But All I get
Is the stillness of the mountains
It's quiet here
As I listen to myself breathe
I guess I will never find a woman?
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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