I want to tell a story
of a dying star
its beauty held together by chance
but as time passes
and hearts break
the once glorious star
destroys whatever it touches
the memories of brilliance
forgotten and replaced
with the black hole that is now
eating away at what's left
until dust is in its place
YOU ARE READING
Anxious
PoetryMy voice is broken from my internal screams clogging up my throat [poetry]
