Days end, and nights begin...
The sun dies, revealing the moon's kin.
Wondering beneath those twinkling stars,
like day ends night,
is there an end to life's scars?
We wait for changes
we can't be sure are coming.
The pain just may subside,
till then, this silence is numbing.
I feel so lost,
though I know I should be found.
I'm floating and I'm falling,
though my feet still touch the ground...
My heart and brain crave for
just one simple answer...
When in the stead of medication,
my only wish was death, cancer.
Deep thoughts plague my days,
and a lack of dreams sees my nights.
An endless track of missing pieces,
plausible answers block rational sights.
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Once again...you echo me...
Think though...you don't really want there to not be a lack of dreams, trust me. Having dreams is worse than having none.
Regardless, I liked this...a few areas, like the 2nd line, it might help with flow if you would just omit "the" from in front of "moon's".
Or perhaps, in the 3rd line, making it "wond'ring 'neath" would also aid in flow.
Just a suggestion, I enjoyed this a great deal, good write.
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Haha, I wasn't wishing for a lack of dream,
I was saying a lack of dreams sees my nights.
As in sleeping is just sleeping, and nothing more.
Though I think so deeply while awake,
there's an emptiness in my resting type thing.
I don't know.
I kinda just wrote it, haha.
I don't know if I'd like to use moon as a proper noun. =[
And Wond'ring 'neath might just work.
I'll try it out.
Thank youu!
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