Constellations
It’s been broken for so long;
Silently churning.
I forgot I was alive,
swimming through rotten joy.
Fatigued and Complacent.
You found me;
a torrid husk enraptured
by a sinning sun.
I spun under that liar’s star,
wishing on it’s peers for a new world.
A new way to breathe.
Hunting throughout eons
lost in-between the reckoning
of seconds; caught up in a disheveled
theater.
I thought they had forgotten me.
I had nearly lost sight of my favorite
constellations,
Looking up.
Stiff necked.
Hoping to find the light
that could remind me of
the thoughts that used to
come to me when I first
discovered the sky’s
patience for my reach.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013
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