The cold moon breaks through the crevices
and where do I hide?
there's nothing to haunt my mind
but only the guilts inside.
Told not to venture into the night
I braved in the power of moonlight
where every shadow was a ghost
every dark nook a lost coast.
If I had someone with me
it wouldn't be all that scary
but I left them on the way
thinking I wouldn't need them anyday.
The loves I betrayed
the souls I traded
descended behind the tree
like the waning moon.
Before long the dark would devour me
knowing, I moved down with the moon
with none but the sighs on my side..
The derelict offered no place to hide.
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 11:19 AM UTC
The cold moon breaks through the crevices
and where do I hide?
there's nothing to haunt my mind
but only the guilts inside.
Told not to venture into the night
I braved in the power of moonlight
where every shadow was a ghost
every dark nook a lost coast.
If I had someone with me
it wouldn't be all that scary
but I left them on the way
thinking I wouldn't need them anyday.
The loves I betrayed
the souls I traded
descended behind the tree
like the waning moon.
Before long the dark would devour me
knowing, I moved down with the moon
with none but the sighs on my side..
The derelict offered no place to hide.
Simultala, April 5, 2024 night.
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