What's that shining in the sky? Is it the light or all an illusion. Can it save you from the dark swallowing you, or will it consume you too. How do you reach the sky when you have no ladder? What happens when it's too late? Where do we go after everything is over, life after death. Where the death of us takes all of us. Exploring the wonders of holding onto hope in the darkest times of one's life. What the dark consists of and what the light exists to do for us. Can it save you if you have hope that there will be a time where the light will reshine, or will it be the death of you explored through a collection of poems I've written. Feel free to write all your interpretation and your thoughts. I also have another poetry book of poems I've written and compiled together called My Night-time Poetry. Enjoy :) ⚠️Warning there are some triggering topics in some of the poems. There will be trigger warning ahead of most of them.⚠️ *death, grief, toxic relationships, car crash, incopetent people, suicide.* P.s. I took all the photographs myself that are above each poem. I will also be editing everything til the day I drop dead unless I wake up as a ghost to haunt the internet again.
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