Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Coming Back

Climbing down from atop a mountain,

Very slowly, step by step.

Careful foot on mossy boulder,

Cross fallen logs wet from waterfall.

One by one, small pills are counted,

Muscles taut and nerves sharp strained.

Nightime watches stretch forever,

Weary eyed to greet the dawn.

All good things must have an end,

What about the bad?

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