the view

lumberjack

The sun shined down to the tree tops

I tried to climb up but near the top got stuck

The view I saw was unmatched 

Worthy of its freedom, but I forgot myself and slipped fast

Catching myself on the way down

A new look to the top but a sadness 

The view I enjoyed and thought would last 

Was terribly impossible now due to my crash 

Branches cracked and twisted looking unsure

I stray back as close as I dare

Telling my heart to keep it in 

But I will never feel that high again 

I cant go back there but will be close enough

Stuck in the plain zone with dreams of the bluffs

Author's Note

guess im suppose to chop it down now and move on

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Taken at face-value, a very fine piece; there may, however, be more than one metaphor being portrayed.
Fascinating read, b!