Ramael Ashta Poet Free verse

Under the Mountain

you never saw me when i was 
		itching at the sky for answers
	that were never there,

			opening all of the gates and all of the pits
			beyond the Valley of Death,
			still stinking with brim, and hot brine
			just to clear my grocery list,

		you never looked for me when i was in the vine
		looking for the sun
		hiding from the tigers
		catching opportunities from the sky
		like Zack Wheeler throwing a Durian at my nose

	of course, you could never find me
	you were looking for the one on top of those diamond peaks
	carved by an individual with grit and determination, 
just to leap on top of it in a single bound

	but as you can see, I was right under it the whole time,
	under the umptillion pounds of everything i’ve worked for
	aimlessly itching and itching for all of that fast-twitch piston-power
	because no mountain will ever be big enough if you can climb it 
	and suffer to take another breath of life, 
without becoming Death itself

				and of course you won’t be there when I tear it all down again
				because the first second of eternity is sweeped away
				with every swat of the hands in my watch
				becoming a persistent memory under 1000 degrees of heat

a persistent memory of a time that will never come
but you wouldn’t know

because you waste time
all the time
	and make the least of it
	when it counts the most

		you couldn’t give less of a damn what my problem is
		so don’t even bother to ask

				just look up and climb around it
				look for someone who needs your help
				and try not to think about it too much


	

			pretending to care gets you nowhere
			so walk up
			or walk away

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