Two Minds
A hill to climb, a path to follow
Upward, toward a sky so hollow
With small pumps, my admiration doth grow
As I rap my global flow.
No trudging through its mud and dirt
No burning lungs, no aching hurt
But hark, a spirit of joy and calm
As I turn my back and clinch my palm.
A rough and rocky path for today
With a sugary foothold, no artificial sway
Glory, Glory, until I stand
On mountain high, my own diabolical land.
And so I stay, to catch my air,
And grasp out at my worldly fair
So small and far away this lair
But in this light, two minds will pair.
January 8th, 2023
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Derriziel Pierce | Year Posted 2023
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