The stars that shine
In the heavens above
Watch over us every night
Guiding us with a gentle light
Those stars guard us every evening
Protecting us from dim and darkness
Comforting us, steadying our breathing
Keeping us safe, rendering threats harmless
The stars above
The watchful warriors
The ones that died in battle
For my star must have perished
Because despair has left me rattled
My star up in the sky
Who's dimly dying
Has left me alone to cry
As it floats up there, flying
It no longer loves me
Nor shines its light
So I guess it died
As I did, in fright
Sincerely,
Depression
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Poetry of a Broken Mind
PoetryPoetry A language that speaks in feelings The feelings that we must keep in Because people who judge us Disparage our family and ridicule our kin Poetry Words on a page The kind that tear you in two The words that get written on notes Passed from...
