StarsA Poem by BeckyIf you can't beat 'em, join 'em.Glittering, gleaming, gloating stars Snicker through the night Wordless mocking from afar Laughter at her plight. ‘I hate you!’ she cries, Frosted words hit frosty air. Glares at starry eyes, But all to no avail. The stars are not at all disturbed. They return the vicious stare, Cold, impassive, unperturbed, That she’s living on a prayer. Night, afternoon, and day, Whispers from them when she passes, Skitters down the hallway. The world is hard and dark and burned, Yet still the stars shine on Cheerful, happy, unconcerned, That morning come, she’s gone. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. © 2013 BeckyFeatured Review
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