A Throne Made of StarsA Poem by Shayla Sayera throne stands lonesome for none sit upon it made of stars and moondust-- it hovers in the frigid night air lonesome it exists, yes-- but that is all for none are asride it and therefore-- is it really even real? lonesome-- angels flock around it like pidgeons round an empty park bench looking, searching for him for whom the chair was built... not finding him ((for never did he exist!!)) they wring their hands in abstract wonder-- maybe someone is in the throne maybe someone is-- and so they bring their offerings to a god who never lived. © 2011 Shayla Sayer |
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4 Reviews Added on May 5, 2011 Last Updated on May 5, 2011 AuthorShayla SayerFontana, CAAbouti love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..Writing
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