Mock Me Poem by Shelby Burnside

biggest mockeries of stars hold no promise, blinking on and off they skip about teasing. feeling the world spin dizzingly around and black circles pop into eyes, again reacquainted with the feel of gravity and the hard ground beneath. crying curses up to the purple clouded sky and tears are washing existence as known to a pause. the question of aching heartbreak does surprisingly go answered. the only thing known is that nothing is. 'expect unexpectancy' they say