Lost in the MountainA Poem by MilesLost in a storm My coat is forlorn I'm cold to the bone With nowhere to go The cars pass on by The people so shy And I think I might die While I'm lost in the air Air of futility Bathe in dispair No hope to grope And you'll never be there This is my mountain song As I watch the rain fall The lightning striking bright A euphoric fright Before I come back to reality I never should've seen that mountain And wondered what awaited Now I'm thirteen hours away With nothing but a soul tainted
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Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorMilesDarmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, GermanyAboutI'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..Writing
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