No Sky - Personal Obituary
I’ve lived trying to reach the stars
bearing scars in reality’s farce.
Am not sorry for my sad life story.
I’ve had lots to carry living with worry
being the sensitive soul bearing a hole
for a heart burnt like coal in love’s tole
painted with loss over time paid as a toll.
Everybody around me looked up to the sky
for dreams they held high, but I walked by
with a wry smile having lived a life with no sky
dancing to the beats of I’ll try not asking why.
Between love’s scars and life’s farce
I saw stars and collected my tears in jars.
I made many mistakes but am not sorry.
This is my story, no one qualifies as jury.
Living an honest life is how principles stole
joy and freedom from my life like a trawl
fishing me with goals written as downfall.
I seen dreams turn into nightmares, as I tried to fly
hitching my wagon to a star like a catcher in the rye.
Still I chose to live, love, lose, win, laugh, and cry.
Living is hard that’s why death’s freedom you can’t buy