I’m rather tired of abstractions
Of draping my poetry in moonlight and
Stars and
Sky

I tell myself it’s because I cannot simply say what it is I feel
Or what I think I feel
Honestly, abstractions aside-
I don’t know what I’m trying to say.
But the stars do
The reflections on the ocean do
My shadow does
The corners of my room inch towards me
And whisper my thoughts in my ear

I’m tired of abstractions but
They seem to know how to keep me awake