Please tell me what you think these 2 poems should be named??
Poem 1
My oxygen intake vanished as my hand grabbed the side of the slippery peak,
Desiccated air filled my lungs as I pushed my boots
Into the thick snow covering the icy side of the crevasse.
Thick white clouds vanished the team from my sight
Little steps at a time were an arduous effort requiring more oxygen then was inhaled.
Towering sprawls of icy slopes surrounded the team,
Barbarous cold winds flew past my mask as I looked toward the dangling ropes near my feet.
Up high in the vista of primarily sky,
Flocks of puffy inflated cumulous clouds raced beneath the sun,
Imprinting the slope with a surreal matrix of shadow and blinding light.
Coiled with a nimbus of gale-born condensation was the summit still miles above above.
Rocks the sizes of small televisions flew down the cliffs above,
Like raging rhinos going after prey,
Require speedy agility to move out of their deadly path.
Tiny ledges wrapped around the mountains rocky sides,
Slow and cautious steps were the only way to maneuver around the treacherous path.
Small cracks along the ledge crawled to my feet until they become weightless
Falling down the mountain only to be caught by the fixed lines
leaving me dangling in a state of shock.
Ironically, this was the first part of my day…
Poem 2
My cerebral blood vassals were starving for blood,
Slowly my motor and mental skills were deteriorating as I continued the trudge.
Unlike the thick, rich, voluptuously drenched oxygen filled air at base camp,
Thin air near the summit of the mountain was noticeably taking a toll to my body.
Soon my subconscious mind was telling me I had to stop,
Eventually I was unable to feel my lower left side of my body.
Inside my mind I told myself that I couldn’t give up now
I had toiled so tough for weeks to arrive at the summit.
Why? Why must body give out now?
I stood still, giving enough time for my lungs to recuperate their oxygen ingestion,
Finally I persuaded my psyche to trudge on and struggle my way up the peak.
My determination to make it to the top was the only element which kept me progressing.
I apprehended that if I could obstruct thoughts and pains of my body
And only focus on taking one more step, I would reach the summit.
Shortly after, my two numb feet stepped into the crunchy snow on the peak of the mountain,
One foot in China and the other in Nepal.
I stared at the spectacular sight that I had been dreaming about in my sleep for years.
I was filled with joy but could barley summon the energy to care.
The willpower which took place only hours passed had facilitated the feeling to be on the top of the world.
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