I've stared at the sun,
for too long,
That I can now feel my eyes,
Starting to burn.
It's rays,
Heats up my skin,
Burning my Melanin,
To the ground.
I don't know,
How much longer,
I must stare,
Before I realise,
I'm hurting myself.
Or how much longer,
I must stand,
Before I learn to move my feet,
From the ground.
Maybe,
Just maybe,
If I just wait long enough,
The moon,
Would come,
To my rescue.
I only hope,
when the time comes,
For me to be saved,
I can still tell the difference,
Between Night,
And Darkness.
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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoetryA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"