Wishing Star (Poem)

On the young foundations of my old pain

A repeated pattern has been built,

Swirling lines through my life

Symbolising the abandonment and solitude,

With wilted roses fallen in the twists and curves.


Here I walk within these solid walls

Breathing in the same endless agony,

Finding shelter only in the depths of my dreams

Longing to stay lain on these beds of thorns,

For the bleeding blinds me from your coldness

The crimson is prettier than your face of grey stone.


Portraits swarm every inch of my shadowed rooms

Each one a picture of your broken promises,

So broken that I cannot close my eyes and pretend

Yet when I bleed the images become stained,

The hurt they cause is lessened

And in my mind I wish to bleed forever.


The wish in my heart differs somehow

As it travels to the stars late at night

A wish to not care like you don’t care about me,

I watch the stars blink their apologies

Feeling their tears fall on my cheeks,

For this wish can never be granted.

2 thoughts on “Wishing Star (Poem)”

  1. Beautiful Poem! Thanks for your lovely comments on my journal posts, much appreciated! Even though I don’t know you personally, I want you to know that I’m rooting for you, I pray that your situation gets better. I want you to know that I will continue to respond to your journal posts as long as you continue to post. I liked to continue to provide any comments or feed back that I think would be helpful to you.

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