Eight-line Poems

Elevator

Elevator

This party is on the rise;
that’s all now - we’ve hit our max,
any more might be our demise,
already I’m seeing some cracks.

Though right now we’re all very high,
we are destined in time to descend,
our limits we are fools to deny,
it’s not the fall that I fear, it’s the end!


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 07.01.23
Prompt: Party in an elevator.