A Young Star Has Fallen Poem by Yiling Ding

In the face of an anger
that I can do nothing to ease,
and all the black hatred
directed straight towards me;
in the midst of a balance
tilting away,
and more pain and more loathing
eating my head;
I struggle to breathe
and struggle to cry,
and forget all the agony,
to just let it by.

Yet all of it come to me,
tide after tide,
and all the tears fall from me,
stars from the sky,
and ne'er shall old feelings live,
for they've all lost their way,
pulled crashing down to me
by pain's gravity.

The mask I so tried to keep
solid and calm, is
breaking away into all
pieces and shards.
A young star has fallen from
deep in the space, and
all its gold debris
shall die as it wanders
in cold, cold, cold
dark, dark, dark
nothingness.