Burning Stars

Some times,

the stars don't seem to exist.

Pieces of me are scattered, trampled on,

my silent cries of agony ringing.

But the stars,

they remain dark.

Other times,

the stars burn my eyes,

They glare passion, screaming.

We know, we know. Keep going.

And so I do.

Author's Note

Inspired by Max in The Book Thief. Feel free to share your opinion!