Fading

i believe,

even the stars

get tired.

when the night sky

folds them away

back into the darkness,

again and again.

and the moon,

that lonesome thing,

has doused itself in shadows.

eventually, you will too,

shy away from the light

as if it would burn

if it reached you.

maybe you feel,

you just are not strong enough

to face the day.

that the midnight hour

is a broken thing

and oh, the silence

is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars

are tired.

but what do we do?

other than mourn for them

as their light expires.

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