I am here to post that poem that I mentioned yesterday. I wrote it about a month ago for an audition to a summer camp. As I somehow lost the final copy, I’m just going to edit the copy that I have a bit, and hope it makes sense. The poem itself is based on a black and white photograph of some beautiful, but slightly dreary hills.
The hills call for me;
The wish to leave it all behind,
To run away,
So quickly they cannot follow.
The hills sing for my presence
Tempting me with glorious pleasures
For those hills are alive,
Calling, seeking, luring.
And so, the hills call for me.
To desert the doubt of humanity,
To vanquish the fear of the unknown,
To wander free…
The hills’ song is strong;
My heart yearns to go
But my head is stronger.
One cannot run from his troubles.
The hills cannot move me.
I will resist their call.
As of yet, I have things left to do on this earth;
Battles to be won.