Crimson Stars

Feeling lost
with no control
of if I'll ever
reach my goal

With morose mind
and temper brewing
my heart becomes
a smoking ruin

My fate unknown
the die is cast
you must look far
to see the past

With prospects grim
and outlook bleak
hope runs out
a crimson leak

Reviews

[Circe]

You have portrayed that feeling of not being in control brilliantly... and there is a hint of the past determining the future but to what extent. Really great piece.

[Gaia Octavia]

That is very kind, thank you ☺

[Kirasoul]

A very melodic poem, maintaining the flow of tone well through the constant three-four syllable verses. Personally, I would view this more as a song than a poem.
I feel as there can be more to it, to explain why the crimson leak and why you would choose to use a red title within depressing words. Maybe it has something to do with fire?
I enjoyed the reading of this poem (or singing) keep up your tune :)

[Gaia Octavia]

I like to leave things open to interpretation, but my inspiration for the title, color, and "looking far to see the past" came from one of the furthest (so far) pictures the Hubble took this past week (the picture is the poem's icon). And how (due to how light travels) the further you look out into space, the further back in time you are seeing but that you can't see the future no matter how hard you try. Thanks for your input and encouragement! ☺