a poem

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Starred nights.

bereft of light,
hope
face down,
dashed
silence screams.

Pain, a shooting star,
piercing,
shards of glass,
everywhere,
reams and reams.

Scarred skies,
pulsating,
sore night
darkness
bursting at the seams.

Galaxies fading,
luminous moon,
eclipsed,
shadows
between us!

Oh, tell me, the morning is nigh, or nay!!

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Neera Handa Dr

Top writer in poetry & Sustainability, compulsive writer, reading writing just about anything. I write daily, have published a PhD, a book & academic articles.