The rough terrain
Beneath my feet
I can feel it
Pressure of the air
Strong and powerful
I climb up the ridged piece of land
Sweat drips from every part of me
Exhaustion and pain
Yet, I still have that drive
The drive to make it to the top
Hours and hours role on by
I am still pushing myself on
Smoldering hot sun beating down on my weak and tired body
Making the agony even worse
No water in sight
Just dry lifeless ground
It feels like Im not getting anywhere
My body so dehydrated
Nothing left in me
I think to myself....
How am I ever going to make it to the top?
This is a cool poem about the struggles we all face in life. I would definitely keep this poem, and revisit it from time to time to see if you ever want to make changes to improve the meter, the cadence, or the sounds by switching up the word choice or spacing. Love it.
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