I gaze upon a bed of darkness
Only when I squint do I see a bit of twinkling
Each glitter a reminder of dreams and hopes
Each weak flicker whispering to take a firm grip and hold on.
I stretch and reach for one, as if it were near
I take hold and open my hand, and see nothing but tears
I blink only to lose sight of any light
I look and see the stars have bid farewell
And welcomed a new sunrise.
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