Shooting Star


I saw a shooting star

And I wished 2 meet death

I haven’t seen him yet

But I’m holding my breath

Almost seen him a few times

And I almost succeeded

It wasn’t something that I wanted

It was something that I needed

I felt so overwhelmed

I wasn’t in control of my own actions

2 many things in my head

Way 2 many dam distractions

When I made my wish

I hoped it that it would come true

Days passed by

But my hope never came through

In all of that time

I took it 2 reflect

I looked in the mirror

And tried 2 have some self respect

Now that I’m biding my time

I found a four leaf clover

Maybe it’s a surreal sign

That my life is not over

I plucked each clover

I die or I don’t

I came 2 a decision

And 2night I won’t

It sounds a little crazy

That I leave my life up 2 chance

But maybe this is time 4 me

So that I can advance

My bad thoughts find me again sometimes

But I remember the clover I had

So I keep that in mind

Whenever I am sad

Things at times seem so bizarre

And I still can’t believe

This started with a shooting star


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  • Author: Rob (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2010 18:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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    jvl narasimha rao
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    jvl narasimha rao said:
    September 8th, 2010 22:24

    Dear Rob, This is a good poem but why are you so depressed at this age.I have given your poem a 9.
    yours lovingly,
    JVL NARASIMHA RAO
    INDIA



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