Teacups of Tears

Everyone knows the story

About that wretched Crest Peak Hill.

The story about the boy,

Who went to the hill in the middle of the day.

And without anyone noticing him,

He climbed that wretched Crest Peak Hill.

Walking up, up, up the boy goes

Dragging something beside him.

Flowers are crushed underneath the sole of the boy’s shoes as he climbed that wretched

Crest Peak Hill.

Now, that something beside him

Slowed him down quite a bit.

Having to pull and tug with all his might

For it was quite heavy for him alone.

But he became quicker with every pull

As the boy climbed that wretched Crest Peak Hill.

Triumphantly, the boy made it

To the top of Crest Hill.

Sunlight came down in a blaze

Sweat dripping down the boy’s face

As he smiled in success

He was atop that wretched Crest Peak Hill.

Now that something beside him

Laid on the ground

Like trash that was dropped

Nearly toppling back down the wretched hill.

Quickly, the boy grabbed that something and hoisted it up.

Back up to the top of that wretched Crest Peak Hill.

Gripping the something tightly,

The boy dragged it over

To an already deeply dug hole

On top of that wretched Crest Peak Hill.

Rumor has it, though,

That the boy lost his balance and fell

Into the already made hole in the ground,

Dragging that something down with him.

The fall killed him instantly

Hitting his head on a rock

That was buried so deeply

Inside that wretched Crest Peak Hill.

Though, I can tell you myself

That the rumor about the boy

Was not a rumor at all.

Every detail was true.

How do I know?

For I was that something he dragged into the hole with him…