Up above I stand
in the dark,
the last of my kind
like a wolf without a pack
Near am I, yet far,
land beyond I lie,
buried in the darkest sky
surrounded by stars
Where are my siblings?
for they have been sold for shillings
if you see the light
you realise that the darkest night is bright
Slowly I vanish
while to the sky I remain a scar
the stars fulfill their wish,
twinkle twinkle little star
About the Author
Kingsleythepoet
Mom said I was born on 12th march but I think she is mistaken, I was born on 21st march. Her wails and the doctors voice was the first poem I heard the same very day poetry is celebrated in the world.