the stars are intoxicated with the moons drunk light.
the worried wolf howls as he ponders his life.
was the night made for people like you and i?
or was it made for the wild and free...
the ones who never die?
the sun knows all truth, but the constellations tell lies.
the moon knows all your secrets, the clouds are your biggest critic.
but what is the sky? is it just pretty for our eyes?
or does it know everything and more. the one thing that goes on without bore.
or will it one day also walk out the door?
like a sinking ship on the ocean? never too be seen again. gone, gone, down, out.
YOU ARE READING
cat in a box, poetry
Poetryi wrote these all quite a bit ago so the quality may seem better on newer poems once i get to actually getting them out :) just a collection of poems short and long that i have written :) #2 in Beautifulthoughts 1/15/23
