Why can't I see the stars?
Why must these clouds block my view?
Where will I look in the darkness?
Where can I find the hope?
What do I do now?
What happens to my wishes if there are no stars?
Will they crumble to dust like I am crumbling?
Will they dissolve into the night never to be seen again?
Who will be left at the end of all this?
Who won't be there when daylight comes?
When will I find myself again?
When will I pick myself up and not fall apart the next day?
How can I overcome this?
How can I find the stars again?
April 16, 2020
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PoetryMaybe this is poetry, maybe it's not. Partial poetry may be a good term, or maybe just elegant rambles. I don't know. But I do know that I love the stars, because they hold secrets beyond one's imagination. I don't know if anyone will truly enjoy a...
