Surrounded by bright souls
I felt mine darkening
It used to be like that before-
Bright as the sun, blinding
Bounded to a darkness after the fall
Neither the sun nor the stars were more tempting
Than the warmth of a hellhole
That was as dark as a buried coffin
It’s been so long since I felt this whole
I am a shadow in the brightest light, dominating
Had enough with the light that stole
The black, an ink that’ll keep me breathing
Even after my ending…
There’s something about the night. You lie awake and start a long chain of thoughts. You start pondering on your life. Where did you go wrong? Why are you here? When will these tears stop escaping you so easily?
There’s something about the night. It’s 2 AM and you’re still awake. You wait for the answers that you can’t sleep without. Your eyes are begging for rest while your mind keeps swirling with the never-ending questions. What about love? What’s the point of all this hurt? Why can’t it be without scars? When will you be loved? Why do you love him but he doesn’t love you back? “That’s not fair,” you yell inwardly, but then, what is?
There’s something about that darkness. It darkens your vision forcing you to search for an inner light. And the silence. Oh, that silence is worth a thousand years of peace. It’s the few moments that world is at peace and still. The earth has stopped moving and everyone’s asleep, while others like me, beg for rest, hoping these thoughts and these words would stop circulating in my head. I’m begging them to stop, but they’re just getting started. They’ve been waiting for this freedom for so long. They won’t listen to your pleas nor will they have mercy. You’ll stay awake until they get tired and return to their slumber. You’ll close your eyes and find that peace at last, and the darkness will take over. And silence…
Sinful thoughts rise when his eyes lock with mine
I crave a touch from his coarse skin against
A thin shell of chastity so divine
And in this abstinence, my heart’s estranged
A luring wave resonates, calling me
It’s been so long since I’ve last heard my name
Flowing from sly lips towards my dead sea
While drowning in the deluge of his game
But before I suffocated, he stopped
Pleased with himself, he gave me an arch smile
My wanton contingence for him was topped
With hatred because I fell for his guile
He pulled me closer to give me a peck
But instead, I smiled and then broke his neck
They told me to run
“Run as fast as you can.”
I was Icarus, flying too close to the sun
But I couldn’t get back down
The warmth which I reveled in
And the flames that demanded my flesh
Were better than a cold soul with no sin
Even with third-degree burns
Moonchild Poetry 