Dead Star Poem by Benjamin Jansen

Dead Star

Rating: 5.0


A dead star night is where this story begins
Never ending and never showing its true seams
Sitting quietly wishing a star would appear
But alas the silence of the night bites
The warmth of the air draws sweat out from dusty pores
Sitting quietly but thinking loudly
It's a dead star night

Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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