Unfinished

Unfinished. Unsatisfied. Unfulfilled.
I climb; higher this time.
I feel this weight seep through me
and once again, I fall back down.
It looks familiar. Memories rush in to
my mind and I realise. This is
Down to where I started.
I can't help but feel
disorientated and frustration plagues me.

Look, the sun has come; again.

Slow this time.
The air has changed and I breathe
it in with experience.
I memorise this, you, and here.
How long has it been since I last climbed
Too long.
Yes, it has been.
Further, panting and the oxygen overwhelms.
Oh God, I remember.

It seems to have gone dark; again.

And so we slowly travel, fighting
with the inevitable circle.
I don't think you notice. But I do.
You are unfinished. I am unfinished.

Oh, winter has come; again.