Richard Stamper

Rookie - 0 Points (13 January 1971 / Kentucky)


The night is long, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear,
If all we have is what lies here.

This lonely world, this troubled place,
The cold dead stars, and empty space.
Why must I always feel this way?
No way to make it go away.

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