Toward the sun
the moon
and among all of the stars
I look out
into the great unknown
and I search
For something to hold onto
For answers
to the multitude of questions
that flow through my tireless mind.
Colors
Patterns
Brilliant delights
that taunt me
and frighten me
within the depths
of the night.
But who would hear
If I cried out in despair?
Certainly not the heavens.
I am forsaken to my own curiosity.
To my own misdoings.
And for all that I know
It would be easiest to just
forget.
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