The Climb

Sounds unfair..

An argument..

Over reluctant despair..

Held ignore for so long.

Sordidly unchanged..

Sulking along.

Endless wait..

Twitchy eyes don’t stop looking..

Undress the crave..

Go crashing with the waves..

Leave bereft by the shore.

Find a rock..

At the end of your block..

Roll up your sleeves..

Pulling up your creed..

Nail the climb..

By getting a sweaty grip..

Tis okay if you slip..

There's no rise unless you dip.

Take the plunge..

Go with the grunge..

Falling doesn’t baffle..

There’s ease while you stifle.

And when the ride gets steady..

Shell out the needy.

Stitch that soggy wound..

Clean the bleeding scar..

Once it turns itchy..

Dust away the black tar..

Push to seek at par..

Cause..

On arrival at the peak..

Every sight gets bleak..

Breathing clouds while you freak.

As the journey ends..

Left out marks seldom bends.

While you stand..

Staring down..

From above..

That let's you see nothing..

But a burning covet.