The Death of Night’s Vision

30 Apr

The dreams that decorated the night sky are gone.  

Darkness has swallowed hope.

Heaven’s playground is barren.

Promises and wishes are lost in the nothingness.  

I look down and wonder what went wrong.

All the lightless stars lie beneath my feet.  

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H. Hassenbein

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