these nights have been so cruel
they make me stare at the moon
and beg me to ask;
how she shines so bright
when everything around is so dark
YOU ARE READING
noceur
PoetryIf you were about to leave this planet, what would you say, and who would you say it to? In this book of my poems, that I wrote almost exclusively in the young hours of days when insomnia ruled my life. This is how I speak my truth. If I were about...
darkness
these nights have been so cruel
they make me stare at the moon
and beg me to ask;
how she shines so bright
when everything around is so dark
