Horizon by unassumingEyes
It's not my usual style, but Im sharing it here anyways:
I have often felt like a horizon,
Real, but out of grasp,
The receding glow of a setting sun,
A rainbow you can't pass,
Like the moon, so I have followed
Wandering in search of dreams,
Chasing ideality,
Unraveling at the seams
I was the falling sky,
The city's to-do
At the edge of ones memory
Impossible, but true
Now, the plants have wilted
The little ones have grown
Now, a tempting horizon,
I stand, alive, alone
I have not yet figured out how to change font size after copy-pasting :)
@unassumingEyes
formatting can be a real pain but it reads well anyway! good stuff
@Heather225 thanks heather!
@unassumingEyes This is a beautifully melancholic poem. The horizon as both a chase and a destination is so powerful. The ending carries a quiet strength—solitude, but not defeat.