I cry to the moon.
She stitches the stars
Into my scars,
Drinks the bloody tears
Bestowed upon by my war.
I owe her many lives,
For everytime she
mourned my grief.
For every time she
gave me peace
No matter how brief.
I'm fighting a war,
With my own body,
Which I'm bound to lose.
But she's taught me
That my scars don't
Define what I am of use.
Today, it's another of days,
My soul needs saving.
But alas,
she's nowhere to be found,
Lost among the demons praying.
I longingly look at the sky
As clouds of darkness
Cloak the horizon.
But then I catch her shadow,
Surviving.
Fighting the looming poison.
I finally breath,
Hopeful to live another day.
Now that I know that she'll
Forever be there along my way.
My precious moon,
Who made me believe that
this world is worth the stay.
ANAKINRAA
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Marmoris
Poetry(Shortlisted for wattpad India awards 2021!!) 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 Marmoris (Latin) (n.): The shining surface of sea 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 I'm drowning in the black Sea with my breaths humming goodbye. help me wake up fro...
