Awake

I lay looking at the stars,
I wonder if i can see mars.

The wind snips around me,
It makes it hard to see.

What if I was blind I wonder,
Thoughts swim in my head as I close my eyes to slumber.

But my brain never quits,
I turn over in a fit.

I think about the world,
About how it's soiled.

There's just not enough love,
We need help, like a broken winged dove.

This doesn't help me sleep,
Instead it makes me weep.

I stare up at the stars.
Even in the open, I feel trapped behind bars.

I'm in a world that's dieing,
A world where everyone's crying.

There's just not enough love,
We need help, like a broken winged dove.

Author's Note

Back to depressing stuff :D

Reviews

[K8lyn]

its a good poem. i like it