Climbing
I’m climbing to the next rung
Will I be hung?
I’m climbing to be in their sphere of influence
But as I climb I exit this globe.
Climbing into a vacuum
Lonely as one can be.
But I’m still climbing,
Never resting.
Am I leaving anyone behind?
Author Note: going to college / excelling
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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