We live in
a kingdom
of silent hearts,
and soft whispers
in muffled patterns
that used to beat
loudly and proudly.

We started from
a tiny kingdom
that brought
new lesson,
where teachers taught
what has now left us.

I miss that sparkle,
that hopeful
spatial
movement,
where we were
rising higher,
as children who
aspired
to inspired new heights.

Now the kingdom cries
for all the hopes and dreams
that left this slowly dimming life,
as all of our stars burn out,
and day becomes night,
and night becomes
the black blank
of this sunless
reality.