Feelings through poetry

Poem 22 - Cries upon the night skies

As I lied here my bed,
I've been thinking about
All the words you said.

I asked myself whether they're true,
But I didn't have a clue.
As I went outside
And gazed up at the stars,
Thinking about the future,
Being insecure.

A tear fell down my face,
I cried at my own pace,
Couldn't tell a reason,
Waited for a better season.

Seems like no one cared,
As I glared upon the stars,
Looking for answers,
Couldn't find anything.

These stars are beautiful,
They shine on the night sky,
I thought as my eyes went dry.

I wiped my face with my hand,
Gazing further into the land,
Seeing mountains, forests and hills,
On my body, I felt chills.
Mills in the distance,
Enlightened by the night sky,

Who could possibly live there?
Could he give me an answer?
The mills seem abandoned.
Perhaps he didn't pay the bills.

I walked under the night sky,
As I cry in despair,
My eyes are already dry,
How would it be,
If I could fly as high,
Where do birds fly?

The future is written in the sky.
I walked in the forest under the moon,
Where is the fortune?
Where are my answers?
It's all written in the stars.

What will happen in the future?
Will someone throw me away,
Like a piece of older furniture?

It's all stressful and so I cry,
Who can I rely on?
I've been thinking
about the words you said,
Asked myself whether they're true,
But didn't have a clue.

As I lied on the grass,
Wondering if this time
I should give it a pass.
I couldn't help but cry,
My tears fell on the ground,
Yet they didn't make a sound.

This strong bound me
and the stars have,
These stars'll follow me to my grave.
I only have to be brave,
And everything I gave
Will return back.

As I lie here on the ground,
I've been thinking about
All the words you said.
I asked myself whether they're true,
And finally, I had a clue.

Thank you stars,
The moon, the sky,
Even those tears, now dry,
Mills in the distance, even the hills,

When I won't have anyone,
You'll be there; you'll listen to my cries,
Upon the night skies.

Moral of the story/about:

The feeling of being afraid of the future, because at this age nothing is sure, we don't know when will the epidemy end, what will happen, everything is unclear. So you'll keep wondering, searching for answers and imagining how will the future turn out. Being insecure and not knowing what to do or think, not finding any reasons or answers to the questions you think about. Since thinking about the future makes you sad and insecure, yet you need answers you'll cry out of stress. It is indeed stressful, but bad times won't last forever.

"The words you said" isn't about actual words someone said, more likely thoughts in someone's head.

I tried something new and tried to write neutrally about nature, and I'm pretty proud of this poem. I'm planning on writing more poems like this.