Untitled # 3

Blind eyes look ahead
As starry skies wake the dead.

Long winding paths await
As I sit and ponder my fate.

You look at me as if I'm a ghost
As though you honestly know I'm the one you want the most.

I stand alone, aghast
As the stars begin to fall fast.

Lying awake in my bed
As I catch tears streaming from my head.

Reviews

[JB Murray]

hmmm... i think yer getting better. you're at least reaching for new ways to say things so their context doesn't seem quite so basic. It's about painting strokes... and finding an alternative way of lettting the words come off the page more fluidly... and this one is much closer to that. Nice job.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is strong in emotion. Sometime we reach out and get nothing back in return. A well written poem with a very sad ending. I like your description and the story.
Coyote