it's a calm summer night
the clouds parted like a main drape
the scene set
here I am waiting
I've wanted it all to turn out fine
but the stars never seem to be falling for me
maybe it's because
everything else seems to be falling around me
here I am,
screaming, kicking, throwing stones upwards
hoping they will shine when falling back down
but the show takes place on this side of the drape tonight
YOU ARE READING
Kaleidoscope
PoetryThe glimpses of someone's mind are like shards in a kaleidoscope -diverse and always changing. poetry collection
