The Never-Ending Struggle

I saw the power of the infernal As I stood up on the top of the mountain Having fought my way through the jungle Of lost and broken dreams The minutes were like years As time powered on forever And even though I crested the mountain There seemed so long to go But I could not begin again As I would never find my way back To where I had been before I despair of what could have been So I harken to the future And know that the struggle will continue The blustery wind and pelting rain Are always in my face. © Paul Warren Poetry