Breakdown

The wounds on this mountain don’t seem to fade
The scars in the crevices don’t go away
The causes of these wounds don’t facilitate anything
And the erosion doesn’t help either

The sides of this mountain show its battles
The ground around it show its defeats
Littered with the result of entropy
Growing, yet withering away

Yet the curves still live
The beauty of life resides
The light still barely shines
And the jagged edges help keep the pain away

The edges are the walls
The protection against more pain
Keeping the pain from hitting hard
And if it hits, it’ll get hurt back

Leaves fall
Mountains crumble
The light fades
And death lives on

This is supposed to be somewhere in the poem:

Slow and peaceful
It flies by without warning
No eye can see
But the soul can feel

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Basically, this poem is talking about how this "mountain" (anyone's life) is slowly dying and the battles just keep coming. In the end it says how death just comes and you can fight it all you want, but it still goes on. The last "misplaced" stanza is talking about is either life or death... I'm not sure. I'm not so sure where to put it because I wrote it a day or two after I wrote the poem, and I thought it fit in the poem, but I didn't know where.