New Poem of the Week #3: Stars



He’s sitting on the hill

alone, long after sundown.

The cool breeze is his only

company, or so he thinks…


The stars he’s looking at,

they’re looking back,

admiring him, who he is

inside. They see his

loneliness, the pain he

hides in his soul. They

see his innocence and his

broken heart.


He looks to them as signs of

hope, trying to believe his

life will get better.


They look at him trying to

give him hope, by twinkling

as bright as they can until

they exchange turns with

the Sun.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s