Is that a star?
It's so beautiful as it shines
Reflecting the glint in my eyes
As I watch it from far away,
Lifting my little hands to catch a hold
Of the shining beauty in front of me
And then I grew older
It was no longer a star,
A fascination
It was a hope now,
It was a memory
Of a dear one and their dear tales,
It was a blessing
That would keep me going for a long, long time
And then I grew older
It was still a memory
But I didn't feel the spark anymore
The light it bestowed was simply a distant beauty
Which I could never get a hold of.
A shining star, burning to be bright
with a million other silhouettes of its
Together yet alone in the dark night,
Fighting to be noticed
And then I grew older
My mind like the dark sky above
My heart like the burning star
I no longer wonder, now that I know too much
Dark sky, eating up all the pages of my life,
Memories and knowledge,
Getting darker and darker, like a black hole;
The star has died
And I wonder, for once after a long time
That if I vanish someday,
Would someone look up at the sky,
at another shining friend, and call my name?
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An insight to my soul
PoetryJust some of my poetries I wanted to publish. 'Cause the soul of my writing and my feelings is poetry. I'm sorry if you find some of them sad and hopeless but those are the times when I need to reach out to someone so I reach out to my pen. Don't wo...
