ominous

For every word I can’t say,

I try to write it down,

but at the end of the day,

I know I’ll never find the words.

They jumble together,

like the sunset’s melting colors.

For every excuse I make,

Searching for something more,

The days pass me by,

like the wind on the shore.

I look to the stars for answers,

Hoping to see my future,

In their crystal like light.

As the darkness of night,