The Writing Thread

[tilthefirefades]

I may not have been crowned the Ledge's best writer, but I love poetry with everything in me, so here's a lil somethin somethin.

The Rise

Riding beneath the sun
I turn to run towards the rise
Feeling anew and full of breath
Yet the rise overturns the run
And it's midnight again
Which wouldn't matter
But I'm home alone in the dark
And you are my life once more
Everything you said,
"I will miss you"
And such like that,
Leads me to believe the rise
Will never exist again
And I'm singing to my own tune
As they say
And I'm feeling ashamed and down,
Town from this view looks experienced
In its own fashion of loss
And the rise looks dirty
And I feel dirty
Cause I'm so checked by the supreme
That I don't even exist
But existence is the goal
For the rise gives way to life,
Times spent looking out the window
At that which I want
Which I will never have
And it's still midnight
And the rise will never become
A rise worth watching.