Lights and Colors

Lights and Colors

A Poem by A. Star

Before me things are white
Clear with hope, the sounds of bells
I’m blinded by this light
Which worries me, it overwhelms

Behind me are clear colors
Some are blue, some are black
Some are red and yellow
Floating around behind my back

The light is the future
Curious and empty
But curiosity is torture
Of how my life may be

The colors are my past
Sadness, happiness and mundane
Some memories don’t last.
Some colors start to fade.

I preserve memories well as I can
I try to remember the best
But the more I try remembering the great
The harder to forget the rest.

I try to think positively
That my life will work out well
But I can’t help fear the failure
That this life may turn to hell

It’s not a crisis
But everything’s not okay
Is this how my life is?
Will I always feel this way?

This humanity, confusion
Curiosity and fear
These happy memories I’m losing
These dreadful thoughts still here

I’ve come to another end
Which marks a new beginning
Will I fall into the trend
Of losing over winning?

Before me I still see the light
Yet now I do not dread it
I glance at it with delight
I hope I won’t regret it.

Behind me still are my colors
The hues of memories past
Friends, enemies and lovers
The bad now fade, the good still last.
 

© 2008 A. Star


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"I’ve come to another end
Which marks a new beginning
Will I fall into the trend
Of losing over winning?

Before me I still see the light
Yet now I do not dread it
I glance at it with delight
I hope I won’t regret it.

Behind me still are my colors
The hues of memories past
Friends, enemies and lovers
The bad now fade, the good still last."

This was so very good A. Star!
Follow the light, I'm right behind you.

Antonio



Posted 14 Years Ago



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