Cosmic Plea

by Unknown

Chapter 1

If I could make a plea to the sky,
with stars so strange and wry,
I would declare that they try
to see what I’ve done and why.
But they know more than just the truth.

Radio signals crawl on the screen,
on channels left unseen,
Where the phantoms flicker and lean,
to witness, to make me seen.
They’ve watched since the days of my youth.

Time is quickly starting to fade,
for debts that can never be paid–
a trap so perfectly laid
in woods of sorrow and shade.
Every star that shines is a cosmic sleuth.