Starstuff

She stood in the middle

Of the abandoned road

Gripping her arms tightly.

The yellow striped lines stretching

Away from her

In both directions.

A gust of wind blew her hair up

In a torrent of curls and tangles

And for a moment she could see nothing but

A mass of intertwined curtains of snarls

Flying around her face wildly.

She tilted her head all the way back

To stare solemnly at the stars.

They looked so close together.

She stretched out her arm and traced the constellations

with a pointed finger.

And yet the stars were in reality so far apart

And the patterns she traced mere illusions

Invented by the lonely wretched beasts

That inhabit the earth

To make themselves feel less alone

Less insignificant.

And in knowing these truths

She felt justified in her bitterness and solitude

And she so feared and hated the magnificent infinity of it all

That she forgot the infinity

Within herself

Author's Note

I feel like all my poems are beginning to sound the same... idk
As always, any and all constructive criticism is welcome.

Reviews

[PadfootBlack]

Bro. This is perfect. Absolutely flawless, don't change a thing.
"And in knowing these truths
She felt justified in her bitterness and solitude
And she so feared and hated the magnificent infinity of it all
That she forgot the infinity
Within herself"
This is the best part. What a marvelous example of the human condition.

[Liefje]

Thanks :D Your reviews make me so happy

[PurpleQuartz]

I loved this poem! It's truly special and speaks so much! You have much talent!

[Liefje]

Thanks a bunch!

[EverleafOwl]

Woah.....amazing! Leifje, so never cease to leave me in awe! ;) This is so mysterious and holds the aura of the profency of night...so bloody brilliant! :D LOVE the infinity sense...wonderful to read. X) No, ALL your poems are so unique! YOU AWESOME!!!!

[Liefje]

thanks so much :)

[EverleafOwl]

You're welcome! X)