#Guest: THE STARS OF MY PAST - by Amaka Janeth

There...
I was a millionaire.
There...
was a star
flying high up in the sky.

Now what am I?
A dejected pauper
shivering in my emaciated bone;
Walking through all torn
to make ends meet.



Now, sour is my daily bread
'cause I decided to be blend
with the flow.
At my wit's end,
the dazzling glow
I thought was splendid
has darkened my pundit.

Now here I am
trying to salvage from the dust
that which I have lost -
My glory, my star.




Propellerads

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