My Flashlight is Flickering

It is a terrible thing when 

democracy

kindness

peace

is taken away.

I think it must be almost worse when that pain becomes dull a 

Bruise

That won’t go away.

It has been nighttime for so long

That looking for stars is rhythmic 

And sometimes we have a full moon

/more hope

And just like that it’s a new moon

Once again

/gone

And we all carry around flashlights.

but stars can’t guide us forever

And my flashlight is flickering.