A poem I wrote when I was feeling sad. |
The Beauty of the Sun by David Prisco I once was a King That stood on a mountain I once swam in the cool waters Of a mystical fountain I once was a soldier Strong, proud and brave I was proud to fight for my country And the lives I protected and saved I once was lion That had a mighty roar I once was an eagle That had the ability to soar There was a time I felt like a race car I was full of power and speed I wore a suit of armor and carried a shield If you cut me I wouldn’t bleed I was strong as an ox I was made of steel Happiness and love Were the only emotions I’d feel I’d spread my mighty wings And I would soar through the sky I was young and care free I had the ability to fly But time has slipped away I’ve grown old and sad I yearn for things That I’ve lost and once had People I truly loved Seemed to slip away They left me lonely Though I begged them to stay And now my days are empty My nights are long I am feeble and weak I am no longer strong I lack the courage To strive and succeed Now if you cut me I easily bleed I know I must carry on I must try and survive But I feel like my whole life Is merely a lie Everyone has their struggles I am no different than anyone One day I know my dark skies will disappear And I will finally see the beauty of the sun |