Mugen.
the accursed.
No descriptions here, everything is up to interpretation. I’d ask for feedback but I plan on going back on hiatus. Simply wanted to post this since I can’t really share it anywhere else. If I tagged you on this it's because you've complimented my poetry from before, my apologies in advanced and so long for now!
S p a c e
Star child, star child marred by the sun.
How long do I have, before you are gone?
Faintly I hear from the great beyond.
You plead and cry yet no one responds.
Lost and afraid, you’re accustomed to none.
Fancying the usual, until it comes undone.
Dwelling in emptiness of your own space,
Wouldn’t you rather, leave this place?
Is this a boundless void of your internal struggle?
A soundless solace, where stars do juggle?
A mirror or lens, of your own soul?
A place where others cannot console?
Star child, Star child, we were making much progress.
Careening towards galaxies with such success.
Stardust did sully, those sun-kissed cheeks.
Yet now we’re standing on harrowing peaks.
Canvas of the unknown, contentions of the abyss.
Endless or sown, seams entangled in the mist.
Speckles of light—ornaments or planets?
Devoid of a frame, a perfect schematic.
Detailing the abode, panes from the outside.
A moon forlorn, lost in the divide.
Ask it’s progenitor of its sudden creation.
A mere boy, with no sudden recollection.
With a can of taint, reconstruct he did.
A white veil, now suddenly dimmed—
Oh, joy, he said – will things change?
Zeal he felt, yet why was it strange?
Empty promises? Trusting her is but strange.
Distances aches but do embrace the change.
Star child, star child , the black hole comes soon.
Prefer to be with you but I cannot be the boon—
Frightened and confused, you remain in a cocoon.
Try won’t you? Butterflies come soon.
Attempt, do try your best.
Squander not, be on your quest.
Become as grand as Apollo’s chariot.
But devoid of Apate’s deceitful lariat.
Star child, star child, I won’t be here forever.
Caring for you, I’m losing my composure.
Once my universe, perhaps your moon.
Let me care for you, let’s get help soon.
S p a c e
Star child, star child marred by the sun.
How long do I have, before you are gone?
Faintly I hear from the great beyond.
You plead and cry yet no one responds.
Lost and afraid, you’re accustomed to none.
Fancying the usual, until it comes undone.
Dwelling in emptiness of your own space,
Wouldn’t you rather, leave this place?
Is this a boundless void of your internal struggle?
A soundless solace, where stars do juggle?
A mirror or lens, of your own soul?
A place where others cannot console?
Star child, Star child, we were making much progress.
Careening towards galaxies with such success.
Stardust did sully, those sun-kissed cheeks.
Yet now we’re standing on harrowing peaks.
Canvas of the unknown, contentions of the abyss.
Endless or sown, seams entangled in the mist.
Speckles of light—ornaments or planets?
Devoid of a frame, a perfect schematic.
Detailing the abode, panes from the outside.
A moon forlorn, lost in the divide.
Ask it’s progenitor of its sudden creation.
A mere boy, with no sudden recollection.
With a can of taint, reconstruct he did.
A white veil, now suddenly dimmed—
Oh, joy, he said – will things change?
Zeal he felt, yet why was it strange?
Empty promises? Trusting her is but strange.
Distances aches but do embrace the change.
Star child, star child , the black hole comes soon.
Prefer to be with you but I cannot be the boon—
Frightened and confused, you remain in a cocoon.
Try won’t you? Butterflies come soon.
Attempt, do try your best.
Squander not, be on your quest.
Become as grand as Apollo’s chariot.
But devoid of Apate’s deceitful lariat.
Star child, star child, I won’t be here forever.
Caring for you, I’m losing my composure.
Once my universe, perhaps your moon.
Let me care for you, let’s get help soon.
