Storm
I wish I was a crystal of sand
Shining away in resplendent glory
Lying on the earth of a forgotten civilization
In the middle of some desert land
I wish I was a little leaf
Dark green, wavy-edged and smooth
Wet by a white waterfall
I wish I was a droplet of dew
Resting on the soft petals of a delicate yellow rose
On a sleepy Friday morning
I wish I was the wind
Floating over grey pebbles and rocks
Of a brittle, rocky desert
Stretching away for miles
I wish I was the stillness of the atmosphere
Sitting in the depths of a dark green rainforest
With the sweet smell of the wet soil accompanying me
I wish I was a deep valley
With golden yellow rocks on either side
Glowing in the deep red of the setting sun
I wish I were a snowflake
Resting among thousands of others
On the needle leaves of a fir tree
In the middle of a snow-white landscape
I wish I could stay out all night
Watching the cloudless, star-lit sky
Seeing the heavens as they opened up
Wishing for things that come and just go by
Today bittersweet thoughts live beyond their time
When I stand, kicking the dust at my feet
As I survive, shaken in my wake
When I see dreams and reality meet
Today I live another day
Watching the misty hills kindle my imagination
The dead leaves being blown away
The air rent with the noises of civilization
A sea of humanity stretched to as far as I can see
The dark grey sky looming overhead
With the realization dawning on me
That I’m living with things I got instead
I see myself walking down a dark boulevard
With the tall, thick trees looming beside
But when I close my eyes, I know
That my heart is where my dreams reside
About this poem
In the middle of an existential crisis, I wish I was anyone but me.
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Written on July 31, 2013
Submitted by m.malavika24 on September 07, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,639 |
Words | 324 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 3, 4, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 8, 4 |
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