I raise my head at dawn
To wonder at the sky.
The beautiful sky.
A constellation so stunning,
Yet only reflects my wounded being.
I see myself at dawn as that forlon star.
In harmony with majority, but forsaken by the one that really matters.
And so I see myself at dawn, a dejected entity.
For this is my constellation,
My constellation of failed affections.
PS; This is my first attempt at poetry. I hope you loved it. Many more are along the way.