Sorry you're suffocating
on your
own breath.
Breathe deeper,
drawn out, raspy breaths,
fill your lungs with poison.
Stay,
watch the sunrise;
see how the
very air that
washes away the night
is golden.
Forgive me,
there is a dawn
that is the beginning of the
end.
Hush,
stare into
the sun.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryIt's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}
