A Heart Clipped

A HEART CLIPPED


I wrote this poem over a day. My first english poem ever. Hope you like it. 
(The photo was taken by me in Ayubia, Pakistan)



Once upon a time in eons mill
'Twas a dusky dawn and murky still
Billowing winds and winter's chill
Falling rocks, a clambering drill

Three young lads climbing up a hill
Pursuing their goal in mortal peril
Spiky rocks testing their will
Their own luggage, a heavy anvil

"Plough on comrades, we shall loose"
"*Not" he added after a moment's muse
Not sure of what the journey ensues
Afraid of the top, a summit's hues.

Hazy concepts, distraction construes
Giving for the future eminent clues
The last to come, the first to obtuse
Acedia's grip, an adventurer's noose

The two other laddies labouring on
Pushing their way through bush and thorn
From homely comfort abstinence sworn
Consistent perseverance, a sire's horn

One looked up, an idea born
"Why must the path be so hard and torn?
I'm all tired and mired and worn
A burden to comrades, a Rose's thorn"

"Why not take another path instead
The purpose still the mountain's head
Every trail there is must be tread"
The hour's need, a river dead.

Alone, broken, the soul in grip
Each word, moment, heartstrings rip
Tears, blood from the eyes drip
Abandoned friends, a coin's flip

Shoulders hunched, bags zip
Determined, equipped, alone on trip
None to catch should one slip
Purposeful moves, a heart's clip

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