The Stargazer
He knelt where frost had kissed the ground,
No voice, no sleep, no mortal sound.
Each night he stared through sky’s deceit,
Till blood ran cold and heart missed beat.
The stars began to blink like eyes,
Alive with ancient alibis.
They whispered not in words, but weight,
A pull too sharp to name as fate.
His skin grew pale, then peeled away,
His bones turned glass in slow decay.
Thoughts stretched thin like dying flame
No past, no pain, no pulse, no name.
The stars took root behind his gaze,
His voice a hum of fractured phrase.
No longer man, nor beast, nor ghost,
He joined the things he feared the most.
Now when you look to skies so wide,
A shimmer blinks where stars collide.
It watches back through centuries,
A soul unmade by galaxies.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Oh wow, this was so deep. Loved it!
The stars in the skies will and can make a person wonder and wander. Good job,