A STAR OF LIFE

What is life outside the void
When it has no worth.
Living life,
In the dirt.

This is how I feel,
Wretched strange.
Living life day by day,
Conscious drained full of pain.

Potholes of my mind,
Finding memory hard to find.
Windows of my mind left open,
Thoughts slowly drained away.

Waiting for my reality to begin,
In the bottom of a bottle of gin.
There's nothing left outside choice,
Living a dead life between the voids.

There's nothing left a seagull cries,
With broken wings no where to fly.
Somewhere in the shifting tides,
A lonely star of life waits to die.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-08 at 16:58

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IB M The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh that is poignantly sad! Makes one want to ask the author if they're ok? I hope so... Beautifully written, thanks.
2024-09-09