The Seastone Chair

No more Stars

Black of night as
darkness prevails.
No shadows, no sound
or wishing upon stars.
For negative vibrations
have burned them to the ground.
What dreams will come now,
when the night sky turns black?
Taking away hopes, dreams and
the light. Depressing to think
what life would be like. If you do away
with stars, hope and dreams fade.
This life I would say, just doesn’t
seem right.


WC: 68
Lines: 14
Form: Free Verse

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