I'm quite afraid that I have failed
There's nothing in the drinking pail...

The stars blink sadly
And I blink back...

You hold the world in your hands
And you gaze at it in wonder...

There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...

In a way it is comfortable
drowning in the present...

Tears gather on my lower lashes
Threatening the plunge to suicide...

The silver of rivers
The smoothness of stone...

Spinning, hurtling, tumbling through the air
The pointed nose, the tail so bright...

edit: This poem might trigger someone.
I don't want that, so I'm putting this warning...

Terror caressing my spine
A frightening buzz in my mind...

I am a star, collapsing
For far too long I've played pretend...

Each grain of sand went sifting through the others
And as I ran, I barely heard the thunder...