By E.R. Blair
She had a fear of death so great,
That the trees shook In her presence
Nothing was ever enough
Nothing was ever enough To leave a mark
To say she'd been here
Who would know?
Who would care?
they say they do,
That they'll remember her
But their tongues speak for themselves
While their mouths remain closed
She can't imagine it
As some place up in the sky She can't imagine it
Or some place down in the earth
For it makes them seem
For it makes them seem Too real
For it makes them seem Too real Too close
For it makes them seem Too real Too close Too fragile
When she knows they are none of these things.
Not even a pencil
Can mark the utter brilliance
Of her mind
And the emptiness
Of her spirit
as it withers away
Drained by the pleading screams
Of the ones who cry "help!"
From a step below her
And the ones who cry
And the ones who cry "Climb!"
from one step above
So she climbs
Clinging to nothing but her own ideas
To save her life