I Sit Apprised of My Discontent

A little different in structure, but true to its roots...

I sit apprised of my discontent

Lonely on a high ledge

My spirit born tenacity

Carries my legs just halfway to the hilltop

And energy to soak up sun and life

Has waned in the late evening stare

Below me the city, above me the Heavens

The apex as yet unattained

Tapped of will, I rest a moment

Gather my remaining wits 

City lights pop up against sprawl

Newly formed mountains of steel

In their conceit replace old mountains, perfectly rendered

From the sprawl I am wrought, to it I inevitably return

My vantage crumbling delicately

Reminds of the implacable dark

Enveloping fields of sky

My journey being farther and more hindrance laden than imagined

Finishes its course short of the intended destination

Time moves quickly and I started climbing too late in the day

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jack Wolfe]

Hmm, a man trudging up the rocky ledges, foot-hold weak and crumbling, sweat pouring, harsh seasons pass, some gentle breezes too, then you reach the apex of the foreboding mountain, and you can really peer out on the vast depths beyond.