04-23-2014, 11:11 AM
Just a poem I wrote. It's definitely rough and unpolished. Any thoughts are appreciated!
Finitude
Above a freeway I stand—
281 to be exact—
Watching dozens of bright lights
approach and pass.
It’s mid-April now,
It’s been four months,
And yet the pain
does not fade.
I want it to end
But know it won’t
and against my will
fresh tears begin anew.
I edge forward,
Ready to embrace my finiteness
But an image of you supplants itself
within my mind.
And I step away
And realize that
despite my sorrow,
despite my pain,
You make my life
worth living.
Finitude
Above a freeway I stand—
281 to be exact—
Watching dozens of bright lights
approach and pass.
It’s mid-April now,
It’s been four months,
And yet the pain
does not fade.
I want it to end
But know it won’t
and against my will
fresh tears begin anew.
I edge forward,
Ready to embrace my finiteness
But an image of you supplants itself
within my mind.
And I step away
And realize that
despite my sorrow,
despite my pain,
You make my life
worth living.