Poetry Month Poem #4: Mountain
Up high, where the winds blow everything away High in the mountains, where the cold freezes everything Where life and death is not in our hands anymore There I want to go I want to see, if there should be A future without me Despair, death and agony Test my will to live Set me free If I die, will it be a tragedy? If I live, will it be a blessing? The universe spins,…