A personal poem revolving around the events of the Great Gatsby. |
Gatsby Wandering forever stars Deliver me from this void universe. Entirety in its Meaning. I will walk forever To bring back the Beginning. (Why can't we just go back to the beginning?) Hopeless reality, swirling around me Stars, please forgive me. For I am not a liar, Just easily fooled by lies. (Why can't we just go back to the beginning?) Who is our Gatsby? Twin shadows in twilight affair, But a dream, this dream is. O, believe we are Unrequited in our love. It has been stolen By a blackbird In the white suit Of a dove. (If I could just go back to the beginning?) There once was a house on a hill, With rooms so empty, they were filled. The parties were a figment Of a man's imagination, his toys Were hid away for fear of annihilation. Symphonic music awoke a beating heart In hidden tattered dolls. The party-goers Thought the party would never fall. What they did not know was; there was Blood within the walls. (There is no beginning.) |