Tell me, gentle sky, what do you hear?
On this chilly, quiet, and gloomy night,
Where rays of light and shadows fight
Stars witnessing death so far, and near.
How many raspy voices have cursed?
Their hands bloodied from shame,
Or failure to save others from the worst.
How many stars are fatal fame?
Is the eyes of one like a drop of ink?
Same silent sky, but different brains to think?
Truth scratched tirelessly, years of strain,
Not fully eligible until complete with pain?
Love, love, is it not everything to you?
Perhaps nothing, for motionless you watch.
Is my heartbreak just another lazy splotch?
Love, oh love! Please don’t just ignore me too.
How long my neck and eyes have hurt
Please, let this one pain be mine to avert!
Yet still you mercilessly glint, dark and cruel,
Never, in past or future, to break your sacred rule.
By Regina Maricich ‘29
Staff Writer
