When Will This All Be Over?

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.