A STAR OF LIFE
What is life outside the voidWhen 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
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Written on 2024-09-08 at 16:58
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