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Click hereThe stars float silently in the midnight blue
So bright, they tease and wink
As if to brag of their own brilliance
Then one falls - a blaze of glory
Burning itself into nothingness
In my own midnight
I yearn to be that shooting star
Bright, brilliant gazed upon with awe
If only for fleeting seconds
As my life burns itself into nothingness
You're saying you're expressing supreme anxiety over what it is to be alive, yet you don't actually express any real feeling in the poem - such as the dread, terror, boredom. I'd suggest taking a personal experience, a panic attack, something that terrified you, a situation that no one else could know about, would feel the same way about, and make that your poem. The personal experience of whoever you are, what it is like for you to feel the anxiety/boredom of being you.