Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2018
I rose before the sun wore it's mask
I sat at the edge of the world
Contemplating the task beforehand
The fury of winter has gone into annual slumber
While the lady of the desert awakens for her summer
I removed my shadow
Who kept me company throughout the night
I lowed my pen for the first time
As the flowers began to bloom and write
No longer should I find
Comfort in the endless night
The sun has risen and forever shall stay up
Now time to roam with curiosity and an empty cup
Written by
James A  21/M
(21/M)   
  323
   H
Please log in to view and add comments on poems