Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Me Falling

Shake myself up and off
My bed while falling to despair.
They're smirking. They scoff.
Trembling downwards, a dare,
My body expels heat. I cough,
Fearful of those who stare.

September 15, 2005
Suge

*starting with autumn, then continuing with tears, and finishing with me, these poems are a trio, written together. I don't know if I liked them yet.*