Random Poem

Flickering is the light in the sky
These dreams slowly fading like the stars in the night.

Thoughts come and go as night breaks into day.
These lingering thoughts of compassion pass through my mind like a shooting star_..--*

rarely ever seen...
rarely ever experienced...

I long for the day I am loved
I long for the day I am noticed
I long for the day I am remembered

Slowly dissipating now is my will to live
Slowly retracting is my will to continue