He gazed upon her face as she lost herself in the light of the moon.
He could see, she no longer noticed him,
She was falling further into the words she spoke.
Her articulation softly whispered, of the hours she had spent reading.
Hours living out lives in her head that had lead to her real one being forgotten.
The words she spoke, summonded a pain of decades of loss and heartbreak, which she had not lived.
Her words were no longer her own.
Instead the ghosts of emotions she had absorbed into herself.
Reflected in her face, as if she looked into a moon lit lake.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of thoughts
PoetryPoetry written by a 21 year old. Each chapter a new poem, probably unrelating to the previous. They are in chronological order of writing them though, which is interesting if you reading them all together. #12 Poetry #56 Self Realisation
