Lover's Peak

I've got the gear
Grating up the sharp line
Hands burn the higher I get
The peak, just beyond
Another armstretch
Never make it
Fall a few metres
Or a few hundred
And strive to stay alive
The fury of the fall
The fiction of failing
Pushed out of my mind
As if I knew the summit impossible
Yet climbed regardless
Of breath, sanity, and that constant
Nagging in my sigh
The height of pain
Much like the tug on my fingers
The chaos of knowing whether to fall or rise
Strain in my eyes
Telescope the sky
Cling to the plane
Feel the rock echo my life
So cold the quest
Defeat above and below

Nowhere to go, but