Lying on top of the rundown bridge at midnight

Above my head stars shine
with an urgency so
intense and bright its almost
as if they can't wait to
follow their older brother down the horizon.

Across the crackled street
in a house covered in vines,
the chimney is still alive
smoke slithering and climbing
up and then evaporating.

Along the gravel path that leads
to a small pond. The sounds of
moss and cattails envelope a small girl
who couldn't fall asleep to her
parents' angry voices that never seem to cease.
One star falls from its place down to the
earth where it shall stay alone in its
own self loathing, wondering

Was I ever good enough?