Missing Star (Part1) Poem by Broken Voice

Breathless I lay, my soul at ease
and the day slow and the clock mocking
me. I beg my creaters for a wish but alas
the night reigns and my star is missing.

This is strange I guess even those who
shine the brightest also seek retreat, I don't
know what to make of this, maybe my eyes
grew tired and my room darkened but yet
I lay breathless, as though my life is at it's
brink.

What shall I do but lay in the silence of the
night, my eyes are finally shut but I still see
light, could this be my star? In the night there
is light and within that may I....