three o'clock stars

i stare up at the ceiling, popcorn textured and probably full of asbestos

as if clocking these hours of restless nights will lead to unlocking some secret truth about life and existence

some hidden mystery only written in the three o'clock stars

and i do unlock something, something dark and cryptic

i unlock the painful thoughts that hide in shadows and swarm my mind when the sun is astray

i unlock restless overthinking, and a bitter pessimism

it isn't the mystery i hoped for, but my eyes are too heavy

words too unsteady to complain

suffering was supposed to be sweet

insomnia was supposed to be enlightening

and i'm supposed to be sleeping -- nighttime is full of rebellion

i'd peek out from behind my curtains, try to make this night feel worth something

but i'm too afraid of what i'd see

a blank, dark sky, staring back with disappointment as even the stars decide to take their rest?

an ocean of flickering lights, filled with beauty i will never see in myself?

or perhaps i'll see the sun, streaming through a cover of clouds

burning my life deprived eyes to their core

the world outside is uncertain

and i have never been a person to take risks

1 Kudos

Displaying 0 of 0 comments ( View all | Add Comment )