In the first roadblock, he stared at the landslide that covered his road
It was a huge mountain standing on top of the road
Towering over him,
Looking down at him
He pulled up his sleeves and got to work
At first, he tried to climb
He didn't have the proper equipment,
Flimsy arms
Didn't know how to hold on tightly
He was slow
The edges were too far apart
It was steep
The dirt from the mountain got stuck in his nails,
Fell on his head,
Got in his eyes
As he climbed and climbed,
he eventually fell to the ground with a bump on his head
The bump gave him a headache
He swore up and down like a sailor
But he couldn't figure out how to go up
Leaving him with only anger and twisted feelings
A mood he tried to cover and calm
but it took a long time before he realized
that the pile that stood on his road grew and grew
It grew almost as tall as the mountain next to him
Like the owner of the other mountain was shoveling it all on to his
Passing the baton to someone in the crowd instead of someone who was willing
There were landslides that slid on to his mountain
so he tried to dig his way out
He dug and dug until a hole formed
He could smell the earth,
surrounding him like a blanket,
trapping him in its embrace
Dirt in his eyes,
Into his nose,
Falling into his hair,
Crumbling under his feet,
Stuck between the cracks of his fingers
He dug and dug
He could feel he was going somewhere at first,
but his hands started to bleed,
his bones started to show,
the flesh covered in dirt
Realizing the state of his hands,
it stung to even look at them
He looked around and found that he was still in the hole
He wanted to continue but felt that he couldn't dig any longer
He crawled his way out of the hole he dug
The hole almost collapsed,
Almost crushed,
His lungs filled with dirt,
Clogged his nose,
Blurred his eyes,
Almost embraced him
The hole he dug was like a killer,
Following his every step
Waiting for him to trip,
but he made it out
Standing once again in front of the mountain,
he decided to walk around
He walked,
Tripped on a rock,
Almost crushed by another landslide,
Had dirt and stone shoveled,
almost burying him,
Had to jump over steep rocks,
And had to worry about being crushed by boulders
It was an endless road,
Like going around the world on its equator,
It took too long
Where was the end?
He realized he couldn't go around
The more he walked,
the more the mountain expanded
If he tried to climb,
he would keep falling down and bumping his head
If he dug,
the hole would go deeper into the mountain but never letting him leave
If he tried to walk around the mountain,
other things tried to kill him along the way
He turned to the other roads,
seeing what they had done
The man's eyes filled with fury as he watched people climb,
watched people crawl,
watched people dig
and make it out
Why was his mountain growing
and growing
and growing?
Why?
He looked at the roads next to him
And the other roads surrounding him
The people he called parents and siblings were piling their dirt,
rocks, and stones onto his mountain
Piling it higher
and higher
and higher
Letting his mountain grow
and grow
and grow
Along with the resentments within his heart, it all grew
and grew
and grew.
Until the towering mountain was so tall,
it toppled over
and covered him
Buried him
Embraced him
Eventually,
Taking him
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