Descending

This landslide of disappointments keeps taking me down
slippery slope of mud filled with false promises they told me
and at the bottom I am buried alive
heavy is the weight of a thousand halfhearted words
rinse off the dirt, pronouns, syllables and verbs
wash away the memory with soap and time
this déjà vu plays like a broken record in my mind
the top looks like a memory or a childish dream
how reckless can this heart be
to ascend a mountain in the poring rain
with nothing but hope to protect me