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Nyx Nah Poem
When the moon turns bitter and cold,
The night starts whispering tales untold.
No caress remains without a scar—
No hand can heal what nights unbar.
You're not just thirsty for the day,
But for a wine that fades away,
That pours from dreams you used to chase—
Now lost in time, now out of place.
A prisoner trapped in silent breath,
A cage that sings the song of death.
Your wings forgot what flight could be,
Your wounds remain—no remedy.
Forget not who you used to know,
Before the fall, before the snow.
Look at your fading self tonight—
Those eyes that once were full of light.
The trembling hands, the tightened throat,
The bitter tale you never wrote.
Where did your sweetest childhood hide?
When did the night steal stars from your eye?
Now every breath you take is thin,
And “she” who lived in you grows dim.
Alone you walk the endless sand—
Where is the wine from my own hand?
Where did you go with feet so bare,
Into a storm no soul could bear?
You sleep beside the silent flame,
The dawn arrives, but not the same.
You built from nothing, dreamed too deep,
But now your house falls in your sleep.
A root was burned, a soul was spared—
But was it life, or just despair?
A soul that will not bloom or bend,
A body waiting for the end.
Still walking through this crowded sound,
Until the sky weeps life awake...
Copyright © Hannah Nyxnah | Year Posted 2025
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Nyx Nah Poem
Not once did I blink,
Afraid your gaze would fade at twilight’s brink,
Drowning silent in your soundless sea,
Begging the world to let me be,
Even if death walks next to me.
No past to flee,
No future to believe,
Only you — a shadow near,
Clutching time in a crystal tear.
I won’t let go of your hand,
Though skies might break and stars might land,
Your arms are heaven’s night,
Lit by my longing’s lightning light,
Your voice — death and life in one tight breath.
Each second casts a spell,
Dark skies broke, the wounded earth fell,
Under your touch the world will burn,
I’m the shadow in your eyes that turns.
No dreams remain, no paths to lose,
Just this fierce, real pulse I choose,
As you breathe,
As you burn,
Gone or stayed , beside me turn.
If life is short — one day’s enough,
One breath in fire, one name in the rough,
When it ends,
I remain,
In shadows and lights that whisper your name.
Copyright © Hannah Nyxnah | Year Posted 2025
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Nyx Nah Poem
To keep my words from falling apart,
I need the blood that leaves my heart.
I chose to stay and face the pain,
so it won’t feel so strange again.
I wrote the will to still remain,
to give my empty words a name.
I gave my body, left it bare—
was that enough to make them care?
I closed my throat, I cut my skin,
but still, the blood came from within---
my eyes, where nothing moves inside,
where even soul forgot to hide.
Copyright © Hannah Nyxnah | Year Posted 2025
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Nyx Nah Poem
One step away
from waves that play.
In that fresh light,
he let go that night.
I thought back then,
that was all it had been.
I stayed to see
each wave hit me.
With heart shut tight,
no stars in sight.
My hands let go,
they moved so slow.
Each night I'd fall
inside the call—
the thoughts so loud,
the cries unbowed.
Maybe it's me
who made him flee…
But how could blame
belong to shame—
a lifeless fish
without a wish,
inside a bowl
with no control?
The water’s gone,
his life moved on.
He stood too near—
the waves pulled clear.
He lost the fight.
He stopped the light.
Too late to mend—
his hands did bend...
but still—
that fish
met no
new end.
Copyright © Hannah Nyxnah | Year Posted 2025
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