STARS

She sat beneath the stars,

her voice drowned by the infinte emptiness.

She held out her hand in her prayers,

only to find the empty space above her.

Her isolation meant loneliness,

Her imperfection meant desperation.

Did she deserve the pain of her past?

Or the sorrows of her present?

Did she deserve to cry herself to sleep,

in hope of seeing something different.

Recounting her entire life in her head, 

her eyes failed hide the days that seared her.

The pain. . .

The humiliation. . . .

The torture. . . 

They said she was deluded,

and she wondered why?

Wasnt everyone everynow and then little bit insane.

How many people make peace with their reality?

And how many of us actually keep in the corner of our mind,

the hopes and dreams we had cherished.

How many of us look at things the way they are,

and want it to change?

She looked up at the stars again,

so are we all deluded then?

Pic by Purgatoric life - Deviant Art