In a place beneath dark sky

Beneath the dark black sky,
I ask my questions why,
To myself, maybe
Or to the unseen forces,
that's too afraid or too shy to show up..

Underneath the twinkling stars,
I wish to grow up,
Spiritually and mentally maybe,
Into A person that noone can stop.

I ask them for help,
Let out my yelp,
But they are too deaf to hear, I guess,
Leaving me alone with my life to face..

Or I'm too dumb to understand maybe,
Expecting with someone who didn't even exist,
Sitting on the top of my house
That feels higher than the Everest,
Searching for a shoulder to rest,
Wondering if my life is just a waste..

Somebody said I can,
So I can maybe,
Somebody trusted me,
So I also should mayb,
So I can be somewhere,
In a place someone once believed I can be...

#eleven11poetrychallenge #day3
#place #me

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