I'm a jumbled sentence, With broken words, Uttered in gasping stutters, By mouth of someone I haven't met. All my punctuation is wrong, I don't have commas, Or colons to make sense of me. I'm standing still, So still that I can almost, Almost feel the seconds bleeding, And my heart burning, And lungs collapsing and, Eyes shutting for sleep, That only contain nightmares. And I'm wondering, I'm wondering if, I might ever touch the sky, I'll touch it with my broken fingertips. See, even broken stars can shine.