Not Afraid of Dark Matter [Poetry]

Burn Out (From Of The Moon)

Her hair is wild

Thinning with strays

New silver strands every couple of days

Exhausted forever

Or so it seems

At the bitter end

Of her burning dreams

As time flows by

It's warm and sweet

But she can't move

Or even retreat

The key that she's held

In her hands so long

Is rusted and crumbled

Where once it was strong

The void inside is spreading

She's doubled over with grief

Too strong to let go

Too strong to sleep

Author's note: This poem is from my published book Of The Moon, now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.in, which chronicles the soul's journey through human experience. It touches on dread, sorrow, hope, and love.
I wrote the book over the span of two years, when I experienced high anxiety, depression, and even suicidal thoughts. But as my situation cleared up, I found a bit of hope, so not everything from the book is sorrowful.

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