you painted my stars black
you turned the moon to dust
you blew out the sun like a candlelight
you left the sky undone.
i look up to a dark incessant
feeling the hollowness inside me
without realizing the galaxies
that were present within me.
i am not night, i am dusk.
YOU ARE READING
lost
Poetry#48 in poetry//these words fell on the canvas of my skin. cover by dejection- picture found on weheartit .
