The moon talked to me
as I was her student
I listened carefully in my sleep
like a vision she appeared in the sky
and gazed at me condescendingly with
her white eye.
So much I learnt from my stern mentor
its fixed stare and its upsetting candor
Although every lesson came with a sacrifice
to only in loneliness finally find solace.
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Poetrya collection of poems "and the pain crawling out of my womb once I thought it could held me secure but now poison flows from inside waiting for someone to touch it and die. " *excerpt from the poem Overflowed* *english is not my first language so a...
