Lesser

Sitting on your throne,

painted gold.

You're up there,

and I'm

way

way

down here.

I can beg you to look

but it takes you to see

so I just wait 

and wait

and wait.

We locked eyes once

it was quick.

But the memories of us

rushed, exploded.

Then

gone,

gone,

gone.

Reviews

[L.u.c.a.s.]

I love this poem the format is awesome. It set me on an interesting train of thought! For me this poem is about the journey of someone seeking Truth and the desire for us to achieve existence. I think the last stanza is about remembering Reality and finding it hard to accept. But that's just me and I'm kinda weird...

[cfix]

Love the set up of this write.
Like the emotions written out.
Nicely done!