untitled (s t a r) A life empty of living A girl building herself as a pillar The decaying mausoleum that sees itself as a long lost and soon-forgotten mass of stone and dirt The years built up like grime A tattered cloak which cannot be escaped from She tears with tears streaming at the already frayed seams Trying to unravel the spiderweb cloth the silk to bury oneself the death shroud body bag Clutched by the old relic Hanging onto their sorrows like children to their mothers Borne of despair our lives are empty Forged by an emptiness They forgot to mention. "Don't come near; I'll bite!" Steps forward tentatively praying in her ears An embrace Exhaustion leads to a callapse And she smiles, Knowing she has completed her mission A life empty of living Built as a pillar, she stands The singing sorrows of lonesome souls A reply in the darkness A single star shines And her only need is for them to see it To wish upon the star "c o m e  s a v e  m e" And she shall return to the mundane and smile Gathering the Lost in her arms Praying that they may one day leave home And join her among the stars
			Depressed a little, eh? Yeah, I know. This one is pretty different from my other poems. I typed it up when I was at Iris' house one night. I had spent the last hour reading her and Michelle's poetry, so I was a bit influenced by their style and tone. This is about me, and the way I try so hard to save people. I've had my own struggles and I've come away all the better for it. If I can do it, why can't they? Tell me what you think! Go back to the poetry page.