Stars

I wrote this poem, because no one seems to appreciate my dream. I don't care what I am capable of doing, I just want to do what I love.

Gazing above me at the stars, willing to reach and shoot for dreams that don't belong to me, 

but where is the happiness that starts? It wont follow through and then in my misery you see, 

that my happiness is popped through baby cupid darts, love shoots you down and numb is how you feel,

I want to live my dream, do what makes me happy cause I am owed that? 

The stars shine so bright they are just a silvery gleam, almost depressing I wont live up to my loved ones expectations, 

I was honest to everyone right off the bat, don't place faith in me I don't need it, 

I know where I can be and what I can be, you don't need to shoot my heart and bleed it, 

all out of anything that is worthy, the depression that sinks in from disappointment is otherworldly 

but I am not one to complain, I will stay where I am, I will be how I am, 

like I really need to explain, that I am done living behind a cold mask, 

I want the experience of doing what I love so then I can welcome death when he comes to perform his task, 

I will smile and welcome my old friend...

Reviews

[Blue]

This is great! I do agree with a forgotten soul, the ending was powerful the way you wrote death as your old friend... Interesting poem! I cannot wait to read more..

[Ashesh]

Nice work... you are capable for sure!

[Jessica]

Aww this this beautiful. The ending is powerful and the way you describe death as your old friend is quite symbolic. Well done Mr Marjan. Excellently written piece you have here.