Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2011
I No Longer Dream of the Stars
by
Milton Keynes, UK
"And it's no more too dark,
No colour, no light - my eyes,
They may as well be yours."
-
Fighting those dragons all along,
The days, they seem so strange.
As the embers slowly blacken,
My ideas of life now change.
Seeing beauty as vivid noise,
I wonder if my fate is recent.
Lights jar the night I behold
As my mind replays an unfamiliar scent.
A form flits round the corner of my eye,
And the air shivers in an imaginary breeze.
Was that 'cause of a fluff or feather?
These birds, they ought to be on the trees.
Try as I may to sleep and forget
By slipping through a precious dream;
I don't remember how the stars shine,
And neither a story, rhyme or scheme.
No colour, no light - my eyes,
They may as well be yours."
-
Fighting those dragons all along,
The days, they seem so strange.
As the embers slowly blacken,
My ideas of life now change.
Seeing beauty as vivid noise,
I wonder if my fate is recent.
Lights jar the night I behold
As my mind replays an unfamiliar scent.
A form flits round the corner of my eye,
And the air shivers in an imaginary breeze.
Was that 'cause of a fluff or feather?
These birds, they ought to be on the trees.
Try as I may to sleep and forget
By slipping through a precious dream;
I don't remember how the stars shine,
And neither a story, rhyme or scheme.
Added: 16.04.2011
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