Loneliness

It’s the colour grey on a clear and bright day

And black in the night time

A mountain that you climb and climb

And yet and yet

When the top is beneath your feet

Every foothold conquered

every crumbling edge just barely avoided

And you finally sit down

Finally breathe

The view that greets

Is white and cold

makes your fingers tremble and your stomach ache

Until so much motion and so much pain is all you can take

So you lay down in a soft bed of snow

And feel yourself go hollow

until

Your fingers lay still

and your stomach is calm

But your mind is so tired

So weak

And the way down so bleak

That you pull the covers over your feet and go to sleep

with chattering teeth and frost bitten dreams