My shitty poetry diary

A longing for celestial peace

I envy the night sky,
the stars, and the moon,
with their altitude from the rotting soil that my soul lay grounded in.
They dance peacefully under the comfort of the night's pearl that emits an alluring lust of light.
I long to join their oscillations, to rise up and escape this plane of muck.
I am just a quiddity that craves the peace all celestial entities have attained.