A sky torn open by restless stars,
The moon still bleeding with its scars.
I sit beneath its hollow light,
Drowning in the shadows of my mind.

Staring at the sky, I once thought:
Will I ever be noticed
In a room that feels blind?

Staring at the sky, I once thought:
Will anyone care for my presence
When I feel unseen, unheard?

Staring at the sky, I once thought:
Is it still fine
If I burn dim and never shine?


Staring at the sky, I once thought:
Sixteen sunsets etched our days,
A friendship strong in countless ways.
Yet time has left it cold and bare,
A bond once bright, now lost in air.
Staring at the sky, I once thought:
The band of friendship she caste in flame,
Burned my fingers—yet I blame the flame.
In blaming the fire that tore us apart,
A silent wound carved deep in my heart.

Staring at the sky, I once thought:
In the same plight, where all was burnt,
She swore the blame belonged to the breeze.
But IF I  had walked in those cursed shoes,
It was her who I’ll chose—my final disease.

Yet I felt sorry,
For a bond with him that rotted, bleak and gory.
I helped her through the heartbreak’s sting,
A friend alone, while she chose a lover’s fling.

Staring at the sky, asking it ‘Why?’
A friendship once bright now whispers goodbye.

Surrounded by my own breeze,
It no longer brings me peace—
Only a warning I can’t ignore,
From the shadow waiting at my door.

And still, I’m staring at the sky,
Waiting for a ‘Why’ .