The stars lit softly in my youthful eye
Promised me dreams that one day I too could
Project my light as I lay in the sky
Oh, I heard them tell me so - that I would
With her affectionate breeze in my hair
Therapy to each diminutive strand
Whenever I stood alone she was there
Every small step I took she held my hand
But now she cannot save us from its wrath.
Trapped inside what was previously known.
Feeling more foolish than when on our own,
Exploring the vast world for what she hath.
The dream was a gift of our infancy,
Lit up infront of our eyes: vacancy.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC
I don't want to close my eyes tonight,
Afraid that what it'll bring - will be a fright.
To be able to control memories well,
Where I can see that we never really fell.
The key to reaching oblivious thought,
An impossibility -- for the lock is naught.
There's no paint thick enough to coat life,
There is no truth within our own lies.
I wish the truth were phrased poetically.
But if it were so pleasant to the ear,
it would be functioning impractically,
For reality was always meant to bring a tear.
I don't want to close my eyes tonight,
My mind will distort memories illogically,
I'll be alone with us when emotions were alright,
Before I forbid our poem appeared symmetrically...
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC