my arms are tired from constantly being extended
my brain buzzing from the longing
for moonlight in the daytime
for sunlight in the night
for a shell to be full
for sleep to come
to feel awake when my eyes are open
hands stretching, reaching, dirty like a child's
fingers grasping at all the things they cannot have
YOU ARE READING
A series of poems by Beccah
PoésieThis is a bunch of poetry I've written over the years. It's my favorite form of literature. I just need a place to put it all, so enjoy :)
