the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james


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?

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