Life Without A Star

hopelessness poem

Poem

 

Behind the bars of iron cities,
under clouds of smoke,
you try to touch the sky,
you have forgotten what’s a star…

The sky is never blue,
but pale and grim,
you wish you were a bird,
but you know nothing of the world.

You have given up on hope,
you can’t recall it’s glitter,
and every time you look up,
there is nothing shining bright.

 

more by Georgi Dimitrov

photograph by Daniel Bowman

 

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