Death of a wishing star

Running up a hill to reach the skies                                                                                    Grabbing anything that will keep me upright,

My lungs ablaze,

Legs heavy as lead, dead weight.

But still, the stars are calling my name.

And even when my legs snap in two 

And I collapse onto earth,

I still won't give up. 

As my eyes drown in acid tears,

As thorns drill into my throat,

And my lungs tear apart,

I will still crawl. 

For the stars are calling my name.

I drag my corpse the rest of the way, 

Feeling the hardness of the earth rip my skin away.

Grass and dirt filling my mouth and nose—

My arms….my last hope, 

And they won’t give up. 

The stars scream my name—

Their anguish vibrates through my soul, 

But still, I can’t reach them fast enough,

But my arms, trembling, are not strong enough 

I can’t get there fast enough. 

in an Instant, 

Night turns to day, 

My heart pounds out of my chest, 

But still, I can’t reach them fast enough.

I closed my eyes and wish upon any living star, 

To save the rest, 

But the gods are tired of my earthly desires.

The light begins to fade.

A new darkness is born. 

And I, at the top of the hill,

Mourn the death of my wishing stars.