lack of petals, an abundance of thorns

pleading with the stars

sky, oh clear sky,
can you promise
a bright moment
for me?

there is no time
in my day to
hope and plead

so gift me one
minuscule moment
where i feel
like me.

sky, oh cloudy sky,
all my weeks
have turned into
bitter years

these seconds
equivalte
a millennium

my essence expired.

sky, oh stormy darkness,
i don't think i
can get up

the reasons are
lacking and
the cushions

i've accepted as
a welcome
grave.

so let me see
one more sunrise

before my decided
demise.

... thank you ...