The Night and Me
Stripped of light
I witness the night at it's lowest
It's an ugly one
No stars, so no wishes
Moonless, it's dark
My eyes are drawn to it
Or maybe drowned in it
Sunken in my own
Ocean of feelings
My heart in my ears
I listen and I breathe
My heart in mouth
I swallow how I feel
My mind rambles on in circles
It's a mental slow ride
Many stop points
I quietly hang out at
I just have to deal, don't I?
And I simply don't know what to do with my hands
Maybe I should hold myself
Stripped of lies
I witness myself at my barest
It's a lonely side
Like the night
When the light is gone
Beauty and ugly become one
Copyright © Shagesa Mattheeuw | Year Posted 2021
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