Sitting Under A Starless Night Poem by Ashhy Quebedeau

sitting under
a starless night
looking up to the sky
on a cold winters night
laying there on the cold
matted grass thinking to yourself
when this deadness in your soul will leave
and that this zombie feeling goes away
so that you can feel alive again


the wind blowing on your face
you feel the cold breeze
to make you realize that your here
on earth and not in your fansty world.

sitting under the starless night
you go into your mind
and replay all your mistakes in life
and think how to change this or that
and how it will never be the same for you