my unspoken plea

A poem I wrote in high school.

Shall I wish on a star?

Or chase the leaves of a tree

Will my brain take me far?

Will I ever be free?

I aim to be happy and young

For many a year to come

But there’s a song that’s still unsung

That remind’s me where I’m from

So here I hang

Suspended on useless thought

Kept alive by every pang

Of what I’ve seen and sought

I’m beautiful and wasting

With empty palms at my side

It’s what’s to come that I’m tasting

But I’ll never sacrifice my pride

Look to my blue eyes and see

That there is still an empty place

Listen to my unspoken plea

And lend me some of your elegant grace.