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Last Climb One Last Time
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Struggles Each moment, struggling to swim,
The sun is over; the light dims,
My hands grasp the jagged rocks,
Familiar feeling of faint fury--
stuck in a loop
stuck in a loop.
Rest as the waves lap,
look up and see
the climb ahead
again
Memory serves anguish
knowing each climb has been
slow and when it seems over
the tide comes roaring in
to claim its victim back
to its dark blue depths
the cold is setting in
and I'll climb again
The climb, easy now,
The top, close,
Fingertips reaching and
desperation, sets in
Navy blue screaming to
Bring back its body
a smile sweeps across
as salty water erupts
At least I know this is
the last climb.
