An ascent to a mountain (poem)

In search of life, I have begun my ascent to the mountain
That has been known to have no one returned;

Now the darkness descends upon me
And my flashlight has been turned off, gone-

So then I will use my smiling pictures and ignite them with a lighter;
With that light I will walk up the mountain.

When the pictures have been extinguished,
I will burn my belongings, except a journal and a pen, and walk up;

With only the journal and a pen,
The only thing I am left to burn is my memories.

I hesitate,
But what good left is there in my small book of memories?

I will burn them,
And I will lay myself on the cold floor, barely breathing.


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