Such is this.
A reckoning to be bled
Heights confined
Consistently following

A peace to see
The sky to breathe
Fighting the wake of time
Over a listless siege

They may cry
Little over and over
They beckon
Simply shaking amidst me

Distance bearing
Are you to see?
Not that I wont ever
This that I need...

Shadow me grief
Mountains to thee
Not, to only escape
Tortuous thrust to cleave.

Hating... hating...
A line I cannot see.
To but find you
Perchance assuming.