What Shall I Do?
“What shall I do?”
I shout to the stars, hoping just one will respond.
I reach my hand up, trying to pull a speck of light from the sky.
Begging for an answer.
“What shall I do?”
This time, the words escape my lips in a whisper.
I point my finger towards the night,
tracing spills and splashes of stars in the sky.
Begging for an answer.
Resting my head on the soft soil,
I breathe in the warm scent of the crunchy brown leaves.
Once more I ask the enveloping darkness
“What shall I do?”
But all that’s left is an endless night,
A night to the likes of Pollock
A night which knows no end
A night full of gentle breezes and surprises.
A night that no longer makes me question
“What shall I do?”
Copyright © Alexis Thompson | Year Posted 2025
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