I am a storm, that rumbles through the night.
I am the darkness, that you chase away with light.
I am the night sky, full of stars, that you never look at.
I am alone; there is not another like me.
I am always here, but you take me for granted.
I am the moon, shunned by even the sun.
I am hungry, but there is nothing to feed me.
I cry for help, but no one can hear me; all they hear is the wind.
The sun is like a mask, that I put on to make you like me.
The moon is like my heart, beautiful and dark, but you seem to hate my heart.
I am the sky, full of swooping swallows, that you always ignore.
I am the sky; both clear and stormy.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
I am a storm, that rumbles through the night.
I am the darkness, that you chase away with light.
I am the night sky, full of stars, that you never look at.
I am alone; there is not another like me.
I am always here, but you take me for granted.
I am the moon, shunned by even the sun.
I am hungry, but there is nothing to feed me.
I cry for help, but no one can hear me; all they hear is the wind.
The sun is like a mask, that I put on to make you like me.
The moon is like my heart, beautiful and dark, but you seem to hate my heart.
I am the sky, full of swooping swallows, that you always ignore.
I am the sky; both clear and stormy.
I wrote this for class, but I wanted to share it before turning it in.
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