-Rock Star-

[jo_suzaku]

 

He used to smoke his cigar,

 

While he played his guitar.

 

He was a rock star.

 

 

He wrote his own symphony,

 

Every piece had a different melody.

 

It was all in perfect harmony.

 

 

But as the years went by, he began to find,

 

The general public was very unkind.

 

They could not accept his imaginative mind.

 

 

Thus fame and fortune evaded his destiny,

 

And it wasn’t because of his vanity.

 

He just faded into obscurity.

 

 

Reality became just an illusion,

 

Music was the only solution.

 

That was his conclusion.

 

 

But his heart ached with unhappiness,

 

He could never fill the emptiness.

 

His was a life of loneliness.

 

 

He spent his days in contemplation,

 

He was on a road with no destination.

 

But he never lost his imagination.

 

 

That part of him kept him alive,

 

It made him forget his sorrows for a while.

 

That was the only time when he would smile.

 

 

He died young, of a drug overdose,

 

And so his life abruptly came to a close.

 

Or was death a relief to his unending woes?

 

 

He used to play his guitar,

 

While he smoked his cigar.

 

He was a rock star.

 

 

-Note-

 

This poem is a tribute to all the rock stars who have left our world but their music still lives on in our hearts and minds, forever.

 

In Memory Of

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[AceyDey]

Beautiful Poem jo

[jo_suzaku]

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