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One True Prayer (Descending from Legend)
by Alastre ZidlerAnd so, as my path has led me,
I enter the comfortable funnel,
The meat grinder of adulthood,
The tax of obligation
Trailing pieces of
Who I am,
Like broken toys
Forgotten on the lawn,
The dreams of a little boy:
I want to be a fireman,
I want to be an astronaut,
I want to be
Just like
My dad
The day I became
A responsible adult
Was the day that I accepted
Mediocrity
The day I learned
My name
Is the day I learned
Regret
Gods, do I speak in a language
You comprehend?
If not, shall I try 10,000 others?
And If you do understand,
Have I crafted my words strong enough
To even garner your attention?
Maybe I'll grow wings, fly away
From this nameless guttertown
And soar through your impossible heavens,
To find you and confront you,
Or maybe I'll plunge into the seas,
A wonderful arrow,
And be known as a shooting star
Among all your people
At least for a few minutes
Beneath all my failures,
All my flaws,
Was there a day
When I could have truly become
Legend?
...am I even a good person...?
I stand on the balcony
Of an apartment that I can't afford,
Rays of dead starlight (con)descending
On a face that has known tears
Going on 24 years
Wishing...
To ask the right question,
To walk the right path,
To do the right thing
Wishing...
For one true prayer
To validate a lifetime
Worth of self-doubt08/02/2003 Posted on 08/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Alastre Zidler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/09/04 at 01:43 PM These are some brillian ponderances, the very essence of being a "good person". Going into my favorites! |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 04/09/05 at 04:01 PM This is a great poem. And I don't mean great like "really good"... I mean great. |
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