this pale, black sky is littered
with a thousand empty dreams
like a wishing well of pennies
from every boy before
each one a hopeless tale
forever lost in time
left there to signify
how we almost had a chance
yet, when pieced together
as a group of casualties
beauty’s resurrected
in the place of tragedy
begging for the next
to take their place in line
cast another penny and
help to paint this sky
-Chris C.
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