How many times
Have I looked above
To the darkened sky overhead-
Illuminated by the presence
Of stars that one day
Will cease to exist?
Do they question their own
Worth and meaning?
Do they feel as time presses
Onward like a baby thrown
Into the rapids,
Swept up and submerged,
Knowing nothing more than
To be afraid?
The stars cast doubt
onto the sky’s darkness,
Shed light Into the the void-
Why is it when I look,
Really stare into the pits
Of my own eyes, I
See the void but not stars?
Have my stars already faded?
Has the smog of man
Plagued me with a boundless
Darkness drinking from the
Void of my own mind-
Poison breeding poison,
The elixir of death rather
Than life.
How often have the days
Blurred? Turned to mush,
Collided with objects foreign
To me and became one.
How often have the stars
Guided me without my knowing?
Do they know they will some
Day die alone? No one to
Mourn or remember them.
I wish to be a star-
Not to be a light nor
Some beautiful being in the sky-
To serve a purpose
Before fading away
In a ball of my own creation-
My own cause of death,
A suicide of passion,
Of love for the life I lived.
One final moment,
Captured by being the
Brightest I ever have, feeling
The passion stronger than
Ever before, before nothing.
I simply vanish and the void
Wraps me in it's warmth-
One final time.
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Comments4
Wow, such a thought provoking piece! And it's your first post?! Wow again! I love the last line. I wonder if others feel that someday they'll just vanish with the void wrapping them in warmth as you so adeptly put it. I've also felt this way. Great post! Good flow.
It must be wonderful to be a star that doesn't question it's own worth and meaning....... people are the only animals that do that....... I agree with SLR - very thought provoking....
Such a wonderful piece! Really there's nothing more beautiful than a fleeting star served its purpose before fading away.
I dig this. I really like how you showed me how beautiful a star's death can be.
If you look inside your eyes and see nothing but darkness, I think the thing to do is image something up :). If you can make it real, then you're shining.
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