something about stars

Lonely stars dotting the sky,

Hidden from each other in black expanse;

Calling out, calling out,

Screaming for someone to hear

In the vast universe.

Blind to their own death,

Blind to the eons they’ve surpassed.

Stumbling about in the cold, they grieve.

Stars spiral across the globe

Without ever touching it;

We experience what we cannot touch,

What we cannot truly understand--

Until we throw ourselves into the flares

And peel off our own boiling skin

Amongst the chain reaction of one burning, angry sun.

There are thousands, millions, billions of stars

Tearing through

Yelling

For someone

Something

Out

There.

Please answer.

Is anybody out there?

I hear an echo–

It's so faint,

Not real but still--

But still.

They live

And burn

And forget to yield

Until they escape

In one last, roaring

Burning

Scorching

Scream.