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Now it's three nineteen in the morning/ After all I still wish for stars/ I wish but I dare not look up to see what may be left/ For I know without a doubt, I will be staring into dark/ I sensed a loss/ As is a talent of mine to do/ I sensed a loss and in the night/ I felt the loneliness as it grew, and how it grows/ In the long awaited night/ By the gentle of the moon/ In all the quiet of the dead/ I still dream of you/ With every passing minute/ With every painful hour/ I lay here and it rips me apart/ The fact that I lost my chance , to say goodbye to you/ The slow realization, it crept up my spine/ Through my brain stem and into my mind/ I do not know when the darkness took me/ But like the many children I am taken/ And in the long awaited night/ By the gentle of the moon/ In all the silence of the dead/ I still dream of you/ I have so much more to say/ How many words I could conjure/ They couldn't fill the emptiness you left/ I know now, not the moon, nor the stars could guide me out/ Now it's three twenty in the morning/ I still lay here/ I still wish/ I still dream
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
By The Gentle Of The Moon
Now it's three nineteen in the morning/ After all I still wish for stars/ I wish but I dare not look up to see what may be left/ For I know without a doubt, I will be staring into dark/ I sensed a loss/ As is a talent of mine to do/ I sensed a loss and in the night/ I felt the loneliness as it grew, and how it grows/ In the long awaited night/ By the gentle of the moon/ In all the quiet of the dead/ I still dream of you/ With every passing minute/ With every painful hour/ I lay here and it rips me apart/ The fact that I lost my chance , to say goodbye to you/ The slow realization, it crept up my spine/ Through my brain stem and into my mind/ I do not know when the darkness took me/ But like the many children I am taken/ And in the long awaited night/ By the gentle of the moon/ In all the silence of the dead/ I still dream of you/ I have so much more to say/ How many words I could conjure/ They couldn't fill the emptiness you left/ I know now, not the moon, nor the stars could guide me out/ Now it's three twenty in the morning/ I still lay here/ I still wish/ I still dream
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
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