Staring up

Staring up

A life spent wanting to stare up
the most glorius potentials
spinning ceiling-stars and galvantic galactic dreams
end dead promises left unkept

Ignoring plastic plates of hopes and praise
slowly turn to dogbowls of fetid catcalls
As soft mockery's spring dews
chilled to the winter frosts of disappointment

But chance upon frostbitten foot
they answered questions from dying stars
which mine lips no longer
managed even listless replies

With looks past those blue hues
they grasp at strange mysteries above, yet
Still I stare up at same childhood skies
views of shooting stars seen from afar


Note: I've struggled with versions of this poem. There are several problems with it, but it was the first poem I wrote that I've felt was at least readable.