by Christopher Kelly

Created on: October 02, 2008

I fought every step of the way

I would not give any ground,

I pushed forward with all my might

My harsh breaths the only sound.

The wet mud beneath my feet began to slip,

I felt the boulder stop.

I was on the brink of death,

I felt my whole world drop.

The thin balance gave away

as my feet fell back,

My crushing doom came tumbling down

My dark world soon went black.

I came to in a shuddering mess

My body bloodied and torn,

I looked back at my failure

stared at the boulder in scorn.

With a wretched cry and a painful yelp

I raised up to my knees

I stumbled down to the grey rock

The air moved by my breeze.

I grasped my sorrow, and with a grunt

I rolled it up a little,

I will not give up my fragile struggle

For life itself is brittle.

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