Words of Silence | Poetry / Rants

Fire pit and stars

I gaze up at the stars,

Bright and shaped,

Some with meanings and some without,

The sky has freckles,

The bitter cold air biting my cheeks,

The fire pops and dances before me as I think,

Lingering on the past,

Questioning the future,

Never really in the present,

I gag at the stench of selfishness and greed the human race has,

Human kind should really be destroyed,

And you know what,

I wouldn't mind not existing 

- fire pit and stars