Rise

Rise

A Poem by Carl

Zoe left home at seventeen

On the blackest day she'd ever seen

Raised voices and tear stained eyes

A situation with no compromise

Zoe felt like she was starting to drown

Suffocated by her home town

 

A Teacher told Zoe "Do what you feel"

Blackjack Table Roulette Wheel

The pain she felt she tried to disguise

Got tangled in a web of lies

But the cards we're dealt we still have to play

Leave this town on another day

 

So Zoe now stands as the Queen of Style

But fame lasts only for a while

Tabloids  chat shows magazines

Zoe thought this was the stuff of dreams

But they build you up to tear you down

Not your day for leaving town

 

So Zoe's world came crashing down

And now she's seen wandering  the town

With a Vodka bottle that she knows won't last

As she tries to relive a time since past

Her features drawn as the years have flown

The town doesn't recognise one of its own

 

They found her when the day was done

Handwritten note and a smoking gun

And in Winters night and Summers sky

A new star shines and a soul doth fly

But no-one answered the question why

As the town came out to say goodbye

 

Her story can speak to us all

Build a castle and watch it fall

As we build on rock and we build on sand

But still we fail to understand

That the things of this world will pass away

But we can rise on another day

 

 

 

  

 


© 2014 Carl



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Beautiful and sad but left with hope.
I love the last stanza, the last two in fact are very powerful.
Great stuff. I know it's been a very long time, but it's nice to read some of your work again.

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Quality Street - England



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