Starless Night

I can almost see my breath in the fall air, Inbetween a bitter cold and warm spring breeze. I wish I could lay here longer upon the cool ground, Staring up at a wonderful sky, Feeling the warmth of the moon, Though it holds no true light. It's almost like one of those people you try to advoid, So beautiful and elagant, But really... They are only lying to themselves. The chill in the air becomes more evident and I pull up the old sweatshirt I adore so it covers my face to. I wish she were still here for me to talk to. It's so unrealistic trying to look back upon the life before her death. Did it even exist? I just wish that I could wake up and be in her arms like when I was a child, Yet I know it will never happen, And I know I shouldn't be lying to myself as well. Sometimes the greatest things in life are the shortest lived, And the pains go on forever, Scaring your heart, And as I've been told: "Wounds heal, but scars last forever," And that quote so well I know. Perhaps if I never returned home I'd never have to feel another wound again, But I know I must, Just to prove them wrong. I wish this were a dream, But again, I know it is not. Why would a god do this to someone? He no longer exists, And I now doubt that he ever has. As the moon starts to fade and the sky starts to light I stand up, And as I proceed to return to my home I look up towards the sky one last time to say goodbye to another tearful night and I realize, It was starless...This poem may not be my best but it holds some of the most meaning to me... please tell me if there are any errors or faults. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 11:34 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1