Poetry
The night air is cool against my skin
A chill that settles in my bones
I waxed poetry into the darkness and the sin
As the moon sets it alight on it's silver throne
Chisels my initials into the stone walls
Dips my fingers into rebellion and sorrow
I pull myself upwards, don't fall
Far, far until I sit on the window
The whole world beneath me
This fleeting moment
When there is nothing to see
Nothing but myself, no opponent
The gravestones of ancestors in the sky
A reminder of destiny
Etched into the inky darkness, nothing left to cry
Forever stars, a small clarity
Unwavering constellations
Curling around the horizon
As they do to my heart staying blinded
But I don't want to be reminded
What I'm running from
And my heart is still
Still alive and beating
Still alive and beautiful
Just another point
Between the stars
Hidden by cloud, a point
Revealed by poetry, a star
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020
