The Stars went
And never came back
The sky dark
Black like venom
And all the lost souls
Squandered
The rest
They yearned for the light of dark
like for their last cigarette
But they were promised nothing
So they remained
In endeless atrophy
And yet they hoped
And stayed
The hope for one last star to show it's light
Burned with endless vigor
Against the dark monolith above
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA Collection of Poems i've written from old to recent ( will update if i write any new ones)
