Worry stretched upon my brow
No one knew exactly how
A small voice inside
was engulfed and tied
The dark was hugging me
The moon left suddenly
Nothing here, nothing by
except darkness and I
We met eye to eye
His breath was soft
His arms wound tight
no love was in its rite
A crushing sound
No more noise around
A stopping heart
he crushed it apart
There was no me
The light became free
The Moon shone
not on its own.
Author notes
I think that meanwhile I typed this I was thinking about Emily Dickinson's pieces.
I feel as angst as this monstrocity.
Give me an aid - give me guidance...
~Meli
What do you see? What is it to be?
Comments
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Wow, this is beautiful, so much emotion put into it.
What helps you write poems?
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I get fits of depression. xD That's what helps me write my poems. Then again... pretty moments help too.
(Much like the petals and leaves that flail in the wind)
Thankies for the comment, Annii! ^___^
~Meli
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