The universe has cursed me
For I am small
My voice is heard by few
The meaning is heard by fewer
If only I could make an impact
But the darkness has consumed me, too
No longer do I feel the stars in my veins
But the emptiness of space instead
This atmosphere leaves me gasping
Choked out of my own home
I don't understand who I am
Nor where I am meant to be
But constellations
The most beautiful part of the dim-lit sky
Are made up of stars
Twinkling alone, not knowing that they are a part of something
Much greater than themselves
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
The universe has cursed me
For I am small
My voice is heard by few
The meaning is heard by fewer
If only I could make an impact
But the darkness has consumed me, too
No longer do I feel the stars in my veins
But the emptiness of space instead
This atmosphere leaves me gasping
Choked out of my own home
I don't understand who I am
Nor where I am meant to be
But constellations
The most beautiful part of the dim-lit sky
Are made up of stars
Twinkling alone, not knowing that they are a part of something
Much greater than themselves
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