Midnight Blue
A colour I find great comfort in
Not sure why, but I always loved
The night sky
Constellations were once an easy find
At least for me
I had a map of the night sky
I don't know what I did with it
Why I ever stopped
But looking at the night sky
I do without fault
The moon warms, comforts, and calms me
The sun, angers, blinds, and supports me
The stars feel like family, a second home
I always want to reach out to them
Talk to them
But alas, I'm a city kid
Where pollution is high
The clouds constantly block the light
Of those so far away
And I once heard of Stars in Maine
Beautiful as can be
Where no clouds or pollution
Marrs the stars we see
I want to see those stars one day
Have a picnic in the night
And drown my senses in that simple, surreal
Sparkling sight
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A Mental Trip
PoetryThe poems of a depressed nonbinary POC throughout high school, into college, and through first loves and toxic relationships. Hopefully, this shows people that they are not alone in their pain and that there can be something better on the other si...
