Can I have a conversation with the stars
And ask them how it is that they shine
Every night without fail or falter
And never give up or go out?
Can I get advice from the forest
About how I can always stand tall
And be courageous in the face of flame
And to all that is evil, never bow?
Can I speak to the greatest river
About how I can carry on
And flow free from regrets or restraints
Washing away all the past hurt?
Can I ask you these questions
And get your aid in all of these matters
Because I cannot stand alone
I know you can help me, You've done it all before.
YOU ARE READING
My Apocalypse
PoetryWhen my thoughts escaped to paper, I was helpless to stop their flow. So we are here, staring at this description, and wondering if it's enough to catch your eye. Am I wrong?
