These Final Days

 


 

I spent the morning getting things ready

I sharpened my tools

I packed my provisions

Arranged them into a convenient bundle

That nestled comfortably between my shoulder blades

Then I started climbing

Hours later I reached the summit

The apex of my world

Cloudless sky in every direction

The entirety of the mountain under my feet

I can see the dark forest from here

I can see the dank swamp

And I can see my grey house

They are closer than I remember

I don’t want to go back

I will die free on this peak

Rather than return to those traps

I will rest here, these final days.

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