A late-night walk
into the dark corners of the mind
is hauntingly melancholic,
like a distraught musician
searching for the tune that could bind
the broken strings of hope that was left behind.
I am here, yet again,
wandering through the narrow streets,
very much afraid of the unknown
that is lurking along the road.
Somehow, I'm hoping that when I reach the end,
everything fades and I shall comprehend.
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YOU AND THE MOON
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about the moon and everything beneath it, but mostly about you.
