Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end,
Time digs its heels to taunt you;
After sempiternal days,
One thing stays the same,
She's in your view.
Days fade into a watercolour blur,
Her memory swims and pollutes you;
Drowned by her presence,
Cellular interdependence,
She's a part of you.
Days seem sometimes as if they're full of blues,
You start to flow without direction;
The ocean to her moon,
Unbeknownst to you, she's
In control of you.
Close your weary eyes,
Relieve your doubt no harm will come to pass;
This isn't like other times,
Breathe, breathe... breathe.
Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end,
Your moon fails to comfort you;
You've been burnt out of her heart,
She orbits a star, and
It's not you.
Days pull you down just like a sinking ship,
Floating is getting harder;
You look up in the sky,
You've eclipsed the light,
You've set the moon.
Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end,
You forget the lunar cycle;
When you think you are alone,
And nobody is home,
Rises the moon
You'll be visited by sleep,
I vow that you cannot escape the moon's
regularity,
All you can do now is,
Just... breathe.
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Rises The Moon
Poesía"Rises The Moon" is a free verse poem that uses lunar imagery to explore the persistent memory of a lost love. Through rhythmic language and vivid metaphors, it delves into the cyclical nature of heartache and remembrance. The poem captures the stru...
