Empty stars

Here I am talking to dead stars

They may twinkle in their inky abyss

But can never hear me

Having burnt out before my existence

I’m alone with these heavy thoughts

Pouring from my heavier heart

Why are my thoughts so scattered 

Like many dead leaves beneath

An old oak tree?

Even with a prescription I am lost

Even with routine I am hopeless

I look for love and I find lust

I look for love and see that it isn’t real

We are alone and only alone

There is no “other half” only an empty me

My mask is slipping and I still talk to the stars

How long can I hold it all together?

M.V