The next poem that I wrote that I am going to post was written at the time of Freddy Mercury's death.

Loneliness III

The life he lived, or tried to live
Appeared to everyone outside
A spectacular combination
Of adulation, wealth and fame.

He exuded that sparkle
That one attributes to a
Person to whom performing on a
Stage comes naturally.

Acclaim, talent, success, life
The world put under his feet
"Prince of the Universe" he sang
Strutting around, crown on his head.

"The Show must go on" he cried
As ravages of drugs, drink and sex
Combined with deel loneliness started
Destroying all he created.

Even a monarch must have love,
Must have a inward life to
Sustain all the vast excesses brought upon
Superstars in this world of ours.

Superstars have always been
Idolised seeking their fame.
All except one. The greatest of all.
He was mocked, spat upon amd killed.

This one, however, is the
Only "star" to leave a mark
Forever upon the earth. Leaving
A legacy of life not death!!

"But for the great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead." - Ephesians 2:4

30th November 1991 - Hanwell, London, England.

-Richard