Stars used to light up the sky.

Polkadots that scattered,

like splatter and spit,

with some strange allure 

so great 

and erratic. 

 

Then, when we didn't have to

huddle with our plastic lamps just

to paint the roofs of our cages bright

in some effort to hide away

from the new world 

where stars gave no light. 

 

Oh well, 

we never did have much to expect,

that's why 

there are no more stars in sight.

 

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Deniel Basilio is a burned-out senior high school student from the Philippines. When he’s not drowning in research, he tries to squeeze in time to write a poem… or two. Twitter: @DMBasilio