The mountain I must climb
has gotten steeper,
while the ocean I must cross
has gotten deeper.
My life is falling
apart at the seams,
I’m slowly realising
it’s not all a bad dream.
My eyes are open
and now I can see
the excuse of a man
I don’t want to be.
Reality has dawned,
and everything does not
always turn out right,
especially if like me
you don’t have
the stomach for the fight.
What can I do
to help stop this rot
without hurting all
the people I have got.
In the time I have left
I must brave the height
or this mountain will win
and I will be
lost forever in the night.

The continuous fight that goes on till the end of life. Beautifully portrayed!
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The climb….
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