Steep is the Hill

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Steep is the hill of many steps to your summit.

Cruel are the twisted brambles of green and

purple and white. Bitter are the bites I sustain.

The climb is high and my breath falters those last

steps of the steep heaped hill of loneliness here

in the heart of your lonely realm of pointless phobia.

We are young in our breasts of experienced life

loathed for living among the necrophobic nihilists

moved by their immortal struggle for immortality.

We, a multitude in waiting, weighted by, hated by

the less experienced eyes of the less experienced

whose vision passes the sense of community which

built the society where we all abide and breathe.

Steep is the hill of many steps to your summit.

Cruel are the twisted brambles of green and

purple and white. Bitter are the bites I sustain

as I die by a multitude of seldom pleasant means.

 

Rochester, 2016

 

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at https://www.facebook.com/Malek-Montag-Author;

 

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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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