I keep staring into the abyss,
And the dark abyss starts back at me,
Unforgiving, cold, cruel and harsh.

Suddenly, the stars appear,
Bright and hopeful,
But they shoot by, like fireballs.

I can do nothing but stare,
I can do nothing but gaze with dead eyes,
As they run away,
Along with my dim dreams.


© Enma Eden