Crow Mountain

Misleading Aspiration. Loss. Love Lost. Your Time.

“Where am I?”

I awake in realization,
all that energy
went into the marrow
and not the muscles,
after all,
climbing close
to the top
just to plummet
right down,
bones breaking,
It was a fall
towards
the bottom
and I
am
on
the
wrong
side,
back where I'd begun,

“Get up, you've a long way to go...”

The mud and bone floor
I once forged through,
like before - it's not pretty,

"A waste of time and breath having fallen on this side..."
"But how?”

Remembering how
I bent myself from
the edge
where I fell,
the frost on my nose,
it's still there,
cold down my face
when I look
back up,
frozen to the bone
when its gaze
fills my eyes
without escape,
marring the sky
as I lie
in the valley,
so low
and
alone,

“No creature should roam here long...”
“I should start crunching around the border.”

“It's my time.”

But,
flying above,
there is that dove,
the one from
the frozen tundra
of the crest,
the one that
led me up
and almost over,
it circles closely,
the close friend
who never spoke
to me,

“Hah! Your wings tell
truths in the wind...”

I listened to its spell
without a grin,
it was then
I climbed a cliff
to reach
where it perched,
instead finding
a damn crow
huddled in
the snow,

“How ugly.”

In that moment
I jumped,
falling too far,

“And now?”

Here it is again,
the failure of evolution,
a stupid creature,
an idiot savant
who created
my great mistake
and misfortune,
a hallucination,


“You're here too now?”
“Go away, useless bird!”
"What help are you?"
“Let me walk around this mountain alone...”
“I regret following you.”
“How could such a beautiful bird not know how to sing?”

"It's still my time."