It is when I am laying by my open window,
in the midst of my darkest nights,
staring for any star I was able to make out
in the dark light polluted sky,
that memories of all the people
who have come and gone,
shoot back into my minds atmosphere.

It's demoralizing to accept it,
A light that once brightly shined
despite the floods of fear and doubt,
now lays masked by the...