i wake up and stare
a golden beam in the sky
shining light on my darkened soul
and feeding me light that could never be found
i leave and stare
this time, at the stars
they're still gleaming in a sky of night
and rising above those who look at them
i always think it will stay this dark forever
and my bleeding emotions will never be bandaged
but i look up and think to myself one last time
everyday, one heartbeat pacing after another,
sorrow sleeping into my running veins,
my mind still screams this at my discouraged heart:
the sun will rise again.
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Intellectual Introspection
Poesíathe way I see the world. *** [RANKINGS] #1 In Poetry, #1 in Deep, #1 in Simile ©️writtenbyhugo Started February 5, 2019
