A terrible, nonsensical poetry and others - 1. The stars

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Such lovely stars

They are a purpose that we can barely understand

I don't.

I watched it as a child when everything around me crumbles.

Such solace it gave me.

I watch the skies again in the city,

Far far away from my problems,

But they were not there,

No matter how beautiful the morning came

Wooing me like a lover.

No matter how breathtaking the sunset is,

The stars were not there.

All that there is are demons, djinns and my past haunting me.

Pressing their face against the window.

Help me,

Because it feels as if God himself can't,

He never could in all the lives I have lived,

After all,

The weaver of their fate is none other than man himself