Gilded light

Gilded stars glare down at me

Their brightness hurts my eyes

To be like you; to be beautiful

The source of my jealous eyes.

 

I try to love; I try not to care

But your beauty is like a knife

The blade cuts down and shatters my heart

It drains away my blood giving life.

 

I hear a whisper, in the back of my mind

I feel an itch in my bones

I look around me and see through the tears

The blackness that dances and moans.

 

Jealousy takes hold, and I try not to feel

But you are everything I want to be

It is hard not to hate; not to judge and to scorn

The beauty of someone so free.

 

Fly on little bird, fly on little wing

Fly on til you reach the light.

Fly away from here-fly to the golden stars

To the beauty, for me, too bright.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ahmad Cox]

I could truly feel the emotions in every line.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A high emotion and talented piece, well done

[Hotwater]

A deep hurt throughout the poem, I agree with Jeremy about the content and the 'good writing'.
*bird*

[Jeremy Baker]

This is a sad poem, with a nice rhyme pattern and flowing structure and feel to it. The jealousy and self-hate are almost universal themes as is the desire to be free from what we perceive to be holding us back. Good writing.