Lost

These poems due connect but hard to tell.

The ambrosia that I feed 
The sheer will of my steed 
I am nobody 

I digress to nothing 
Shimmering stars of mars 
Forever pondering the stars 

I know the tar is mars 
I shine for what is mine 
But my time is... 

Me and them are no longer many 
Therefore i am tiny nor strong nor tall 
But worthy of many 

Ohh what a mistake I've become 
Sorry mother and father for I am torn from the born. 

Leaky fluids fill my soul 
I want to die so there is more 

What I am 
I cant say. 
They may stay 
Even though my shade.

Author's Note

Well i hope yall understand me

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

This is great, unique and real, I really love those two things, I also love how moody and yet carefree it seems to be. Like it's deep and sad but the narrator doesn't really feel it.

[Sarissari]

ahh thanks glad someone likes my work :)