starry night

The stars keep me company

In the dead of night,

For they are dead too;

Ghosts of galaxies,

Cemeteries of civilizations

Never known;

And so I whisper my secrets to them,

Knowing they are gone,

And by the time my words reach them,

I will be too. 


I thought you’d be able

To see it on my face,

To hear it on my voice,

To understand the

Words unspoken,

Yet confessed

By the original language,

To spare me the courage

I lost from these days

To speak up and say

That I am not okay.