The Screaming Mountain.

I'm tired & I can't go on.
The screaming mountain is looming
over my lowered  head.
Every time I look behind me
I take a step towards it.
It knows me
like a prison inmate.
I wish I could've taken my chances.
I wish I could turn back
and fly blindly towards the other horizon
where my better half lies, waiting.
What a stupid bitch!
Instead I head towards the mountain. 
It echos my screams.
It knows I'm coming.

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