Vertical Ascent

Vertical Ascent

Vertical ascent,
Widow's Lament,
A dying cold Shoulder,
On a mountain of obsession.

Rivers of blinkered Goretex,
& duck down shrouds,
Masks like ape's mouths,
Set in stone,
Cast no doubt,
Still onward,
Upward, no reprieve,
No outpouring of emotion,
Just continual, controlled, laboured speed,
Until the pinnacle is crushed,
& the descent comes gold,

The dying cold shoulder,
Now shrouded in snow,
As the self- centered, some say brave,
Lower themselves by will,
While base brings emotions,
& powerful lament,
Hastely veiled reason,
To hell and down again,
All shielded vision around,
Leaving humanity mistaken,
About this,
Vertical ascent,
& mankind left struggling,
To understand the moral code,
Of those who choose this worlds ceiling,
Over all other goals.

Mixed emotions in disguise,
Of truth, hope, bravery & pride,
But who will ever know,
The beauty of the night,
In Vertical ascent,
Beneath the heavens on show,
No wonder pride blinds,
No wonder people try,
No wonder without trying,
No wonder in dying.
No wonder without,
The beauty of the morning,
Within this Vertical Ascent.

in loving memory of all those who have lost their lives, witnessed the loss of life & summitted, in the name of achievement.