Starlight, a cold and far away light.
Yet so pure and purposeful.
They shine with all their might.
Knowing of their destiny.
To be left alone.
To be withered and used up.
Worn to a bone.
Never to be seen again.
They are the guides to the universe.
Breaking themselves down.
We greedily traverse.
Not allowing our minds to ponder.
When we pass to afterlife.
When we leave everything behind.
What is left for our strife?
What is left from our plight?
Stars leave us their faraway light.
As a sign of acknowledgment.
To remind us of our fight.
Fight for whatever we deemed worthy.
Our goals and plans that are left behind.
Or broken, shattered to pieces.
By the ones we let slip our mind.
The ones who do not care.
The ones that underestimate starlight.
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From Poetry to Piano
PoetryRandom poems that I am spitting out. I need a place to put these, so please criticize them. I am hoping to turn these into song lyrics one day. Might have some parodies in here...
