April 26, 2024Poem
I have never seen the sky
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I have never seen the sky
It was never really there
It didn’t stay still
For long enough
Swirling with activity
Moving around
Changing my perspective
The moon is a chameleon
Showing too many sides
To be recognised
Always a stranger
Never understood.
Drown me in mystery
It is not a balloon
There is no string
It hangs in the air
Like a question mark
Every time a star falls
The ground quakes.
I can feel it in my bones
Sometimes there is a shift
In the atmosphere
And the black hole
Grows wider
It is waiting for me to jump
One day I will.