When Will This All Be Over?
August 15, 2020
I picture the stars in the darkest sky.
I lie and close my eyes to say goodbye.
Having witnessed cruel ends to those who hope,
I discerned the follies of starry eyes.
Intimacy among piles of fresh blood.
Both good and bad merge like a lifeless cloud.
Staring down from the daunting night sky,
the dead stars dismissed my darkening sight.
In dusk and dawn I search for one to hold,
but I come to know that God is all cold.
Facing the ground for the sky shows no grace,
I wondered, “when will this all be over?”
Stars stare down with eyes of indifference.
And I submitted to my sufferance.
In the end I close my eyes to witness,
Last hope of sweetness turns to bitterness.