A Star

The only nonrhyming poem I've ever written. Don't hate.

 

I sat on the edge of the roof,

Crouched like a stone gargoyle.

Staring blankly at the sky,

& the cold stars that twinkled there.

 

I wonder what it would be like,

To be so far away from here.

Like one of those twinkling stars,

Millions & billions of miles away.

 

I stood up slowly, my limbs were stiff.

Still staring at the sky, I took a step.

As I fell from the edge of the roof,

The wind was the only sound.

 

The stars became white lines,

Then suddenly went black.

Long moments passed,

And I opened my eyes again.

 

I was flying on invisible wings,

And the white lights were getting closer,

Getting bigger. I smiled to myself.

I had finally escaped.

 

Written by,

Elizabeth Ann McClure

(copyrighted)