Maybe this should just be a blog for writing- Another poem

-- Starlight.--

The stars glisten so well at night. They block out every other light that could possibly seen be shining tonight. And though I’m lying down in the depths of the ground, the lights seem almost comforting to me. They give me a sense of hope. That even though no one will be able to see or hear me, these stars give me a voice. A helping hand. The dirt covers my gaze as it piles, but I can still see them in my mind. And now they shine as bright as they ever did before.