Worth Less

Embracing Hope

Within the void of night, bereft of worth,

Upon his burdened shoulder, heavily laid,

He sits, his posture holding silent dearth,

As if cradling a vessel without shade.

Perhaps, akin to the sky's mournful cloak,

The synonym for worthlessness finds a home,

Yet this truth eludes my certain spoke,

Its essence is obscured, shrouded and unknown.

Who comprehends the Milky Way's disguise,

Crafted from anguish, suffering untold,

Concealed above, amidst vast, starlit skies,

A tapestry was woven in pains manifold.