A cliffside towering with jagged rubble,
Stones pebbles rocks crashing down like the waves at its' bottom,
Littered with moss,
Teeming with life,
Its looming presence is undeniable,
Looking up its inconceivable,
But look a rope of convenience,
Looks to be secure,
Grab with one hand it's soaking wet,
The weather has taken its ruthless course,
Both hands on and climb,
Slightly slipping after every grasp,
Seconds turn to minutes what is the progress?
Looking down you've barley got off the ground,
Inconceivable!
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PoetryI will be writing and adding to this ocassionally, no set plans as of yet just writing down what i think of off a whim or feel should be written down :) Feedback is always welcome as i have not really studied or researched how you are meant to do po...
