*Prose poetry*

I often find myself wondering. Whatever for? You may wonder…I find myself missing in a crowd so vapid. I find myself absent amongst the empty sky. Is it vain to see a starless night? When my depression fights. It batters through my hopeful heart. Then here I am back to my start. The false one. Darkness took hold. It tears me apart. In a starless night. Alone; I was. Finding myself wondering…
© SusanPS125