Pap... My limbs are lead My mind is fogged And the only light within Is one thought: "Keep going." I rise higher and higher The air becomes thinner My ambitions become clearer "Make it to the top." The others will meet me up there Except everything is quiet My breathing is the only echo Within the surrounding expanse of darkness My numb fingers creep unto a ledge I hold my hand out waiting For help No one is there I push myself on top Look around and see no one The view is lonely without people The sun's rays cascade over me Their warmth feels colder alone Success does not fill me Loneliness does, though. It **hurts
Haven't written in a while. I have been very busy with life but will write more!