When I go to sleep at night,
And the stars shine brightly,
My heart feels heavy,
An undenying weight rests on my shoulders,
Guilt is but a plus,
And while the stars conjoin with others,
To form the constellations I loved so much,
I look up to the night sky,
And I speak of all my troubles,
Each filled with agony and guilt,
And the stars listen,
And the moon nods,
I feel at ease,
If only I knew,
If only I realized,
All I ever needed,
All I ever wanted,
Was to be heard,
Even if no one meant it,
I needed someone to listen,
And lie to me,
Telling me it will all be alright.
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Moonlight
Poetrya collection of poems that never saw the sun rise, written in the moonlight with a feather of a crow.
