The Curse

“You will never be it for anyone”,

voices fill my night sky

Dyeing stars begging to feed on my comparison

Yes, it is time for them to start missing mine

I am too tall to be stuck without air in my lungs

Like an amputee unable to climb

There’s got to be a someone in this world that I can lean on.

This lonely infiltration has most of my rhymes

My heart weakens at my own song