Beneath the Stars, Where Silence Weeps
I lie beneath the heavens, blind to skies,
For stars have turned their faces, cold and dim.
The moon, once bold, now wears a mournful guise,
And whispers truths that fade into the brim.
My heart, a shattered mirror, cracked with time,
Its edges cut by shadows, deep and vast.
Each breath a war, each thought a fleeting crime,
A memory drowned in echoes of the past.
The night, a cloak that smothers every light,
The firmament devours all my fragile hope.
My tears, once clear, now fall in blighted flight,
A broken chord, a tangled, fraying rope.
The end draws near, a voice so soft, so sweet—
Yet I, bound in chains, have lost the strength to meet.
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