Matthew Bailey Poet Free verse

Oceans Are Just Liquid Graveyards

There’s a hill that I’m climbing 
I don’t know where it’s going 
but I hope it leads to you 
I don’t think I could take it 
if the view was anything but you 

Every battle has an enemy 
but in this case 
I think I’m the outlaw and the jury 

Reconciliation, motivation 
Things we lost along the way 
That and the energy 
to pretend that we’re not drained of everything 

There’s a hill that I’m climbing 
I don’t know where it’s going 
or when its ending 
but I hope I follow through 

I don’t think I could handle 
if the view was anything but you 

I wish the wind could carry me 
I wish the wind would leave me 
with a burning sensation of wanting more 
That and the dichotomy 
of self-sustaining vs. lonely 

I wish the leaves would fall 
a different color every time
Like the view I’m hiking towards,
I’m reminded of you everywhere 

Determination, desperation
Things I hope to gain along the way
If you’re not on the other side,
than none of this matters anyways

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