Feared

I thought I would die
Up on the trail
If not, then shit myself, no lie
No room to fail.

I made it up and back down
To the visitor center we went
And like a sad, sad clown
All my tears were spent.

I locked myself in
Sat down on the pot
And pulled the pin
Shit spackling the lot.

All my fear, tied up in that poo
And loosing it upon the world
Made relief so true
Like lightning that Zeus hurled.
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