one star.
one cold, dead star
is all that is left.
God took you -
and with you went everything i have been trying so desperately to hold onto
ever since.
before
i would never have said you were my world
and everything in it;
but now
what is there left for me?
God took you and left nothing here for me.
there is nothing left for me
but one cold, dead star.
title taken from futility
YOU ARE READING
In Different Skies
PoetryAnd in his eyes The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak In different skies [the titles of the chapters are taken from Owen's poems and i do not own them. some sections aren't poetry and some are written in verse. i write these completely off t...
