My Friend Poem by Izik Alcox

lumbering is my mind on this high climb
sheltered by your limbs while lost in whims
pedantically climbing without good timing
trying to reach the top yet so afraid to drop
inert I catch my breath pondering on my death
high up like a bird crying out to be heard
a deadly crash awaits is what my fate equates
sticking to the sap of life's lovely trap
continue I must on this rhyming lust
almost there to the peak of this verbal release I seek
no longer under shelter and starting to swelter
seething up here but all is so clear
my reluctance to jump is because of the thump
but my fate is written like the battle of Britain
onwards to my crash through your limbs I gnash
my mind no longer lumbering on the descent to its slumbering
stripped from pain and fear the peak is where it became clear
I'll miss you great tree my friend who set me free
who's trunk is not hollow soon your fall will follow
misanthrope I'll die with you I'll cry