Iridescence

I'm tired of chasing the light
Been trapped in this crimson black night
Can't find the only way out
Even my own self, I always doubt. 
I'm addicted to the moon's iridescence. 
It's bloodshot halo makes a lot of sense
Illuminating my mind with exasperation, 
Filling my heart with a void emotion.
I'm tired of chasing the light
Don't even know if I can still fight
Everytime I try to move I cringe
Hear my thoughts, please do not infringe.
I'm tired of chasing the moonlight
I'm tired of worshipping it-- too bright
I'm tired of gazing at red and black skies
I'm tired of being deceived by its lies.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Romios Avatar
October 29, 2019 at 6:07 AM
The way out is easy. Make another..... More important than your pain. I don't mean another lover. Even volunteering in an animal hospital Or tutoring kids works wonders, Panagiota xxx
Alvero Avatar
October 29, 2019 at 10:22 AM
And i found comfort in poetry. This is my way of coping up with pain that is too much to handle, Jessica.
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