The rogue planet.
The one who stands alone
At the cusp of each spectrum,
fading to black,
There shall it be–
the comfort so many find in the light
that I can’t help but shun my eyes from.
Here one day,
Gone the next;
Gravity spewing you into the corner of an abyss,
a perennial wallflower
giving way to the seasons of their concupiscence
Leaving you broken,
As you begin your never ending journey into the center
Where you’ve placed every hope,
Praying to a god you would die to find
That despite all odds you will make it.
A lonely wayward,
gaze fixed upon the stars,
knowing not which one to follow.