The night has fallen.
Look up at the sky and see,
There is nothing there.
There are no stars here.
There will be none here, unless
One makes their own stars.
Here, there are no stars
Unless one migrates out of 'here'
And moves to the stars
Where the stars shine bright.
But some do not have the will
To move on their own.
And others are stuck.
They have the will but not the means.
They are tied to their land.
The stars shine brightly,
Though not everyone can see
If they're really there.
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Just Some Words
RandomJust some random poems I think of writing randomly. I totally suck at poems so don't expect some enlightening shit out of this Also there is some short pieces here so have fun I guess?
