The missing star

[Walja]

I’m looking for the miracle
what I’ve dropped ages ago:
night’s star fallen magical.
Time went up.
When? I don’t know.

I discovered secret buried here around.
I’m not learning it by heart.
My treasure lies out there abandoned.
I’m falling lower underground.
Falling as my shiny star.

All of my life I have denied
in the name of crime.
I’m bleeding, but I’ll never die.
I’m forever lost in one lie.
Endless hope I’ve crucified.

Now I think I’ve suffered enough.
I’ll never find the aim of faith.
But I won’t wipe and I won’t laugh.
In keeping the star my hands failed.
I regret it, but it’s too late.

Nocturnal suffering is counted in lies.
Mirror is broken, secret is told.
Mist is full of my innocent crimes.
My star doesn’t shine as other stars
and it will be mine nevermore.

I’ve quickly regretted things I’ve done.
So what kind of goodness left to kill?
Don’t blame me for what I’ve become.
Before hell I’ll never run.
So don’t judge me, just stand still.

[Pendragon]

A bit different each time I read it. That makes it good poetry in my book! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/Graduate1.gif

[dibyendra]

I’m looking for the miracle
what I’ve dropped ages ago:
night’s star fallen magical.
Time went up.
When? I don’t know.

I discovered secret buried here around.
I’m not learning it by heart.
My treasure lies out there abandoned.
I’m falling lower underground.
Falling as my shiny star.

All of my life I have denied
in the name of crime.
I’m bleeding, but I’ll never die.
I’m forever lost in one lie.
Endless hope I’ve crucified.

Now I think I’ve suffered enough.
I’ll never find the aim of faith.
But I won’t wipe and I won’t laugh.
In keeping the star my hands failed.
I regret it, but it’s too late.

Nocturnal suffering is counted in lies.
Mirror is broken, secret is told.
Mist is full of my innocent crimes.
My star doesn’t shine as other stars
and it will be mine nevermore.

I’ve quickly regretted things I’ve done.
So what kind of goodness left to kill?
Don’t blame me for what I’ve become.
Before hell I’ll never run.
So don’t judge me, just stand still.

I really liked this poem Walja. I searched myself in this poem and found many thing resembling with my life. Good work ! :thumbs_up Keep on posting more of yours...