Stars and the Suns

I decided to try a different approach to my poetry. It's not that I don't like it...it's just different. I wrote this after a busy day at school.

Repetition and confusion

Break the mind and cut the spirit

With every waking moment

Shattering our being

From,

Trying to get through life

On sleepless nights

Behind the strife

And the unkind fights

Is,

Is a moment waiting for each of us

In,

A quick day

A demanding hour

A stressful minute

To,

The grass under a starlit night

Counting as many suns

As our memorable moments

Staring at nothing

And everything

Something,

Slowing down

Healing every corner of your tattered existence

Until,

The alarm goes off

Routine starts again.

Change not the life, but the number of stars in the revolutions of the years.
-Milton