Nightmare On The Mountain

I climb in fear the mountain
Press hard into it's face,
Claw in desperation,
Each crumbling, crevassed place,
Struggle for a foothold
On rock worn smooth and bare,
Scrabble in wild panic,
For holds that are not there.

The howling wind abating
Unpins me from the rock,
And stands there quietly waiting,
As though to watch me drop,
Yet soon in frenzied flurry
Returns with devil's cry,
Impatient in it's hurry,
To see me fall and die.

Through fear-dried lips I'm calling
For help I surely know,
Can't stop me now from falling
The dizzy depths below.
Is that the wind now screaming?
As empty air I tread,
As down I plummet dreaming,
Into my waking bed.