Hopeless--
like a crackling fire,
led to believe it lit up the night sky
to shine through the darkest abyss.
Yet left to end up like it--
dark.
burnt.
ashed.
lonely.
Has no one heard it scream for dear life?
YOU ARE READING
Starry Dreamy Nights
PoetryLiterary musings from a dreamer's starry nights and the unsleeping mind. •• updates at the wee hours of the night ••
