I look up at the illuminated sky,
To see nothing but the empty moon.
And the darkness of night that surrounds the frame of its almost sharp-like edges,
Reminding me of how dark your soul was.
Forcing me to reminisce in the pain,
Of that stab you called a sore.
That I crawled through alone.
-A.M
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And then We Were Woke.
PoetryA creation made from the inner mind of yours truly. -please don't steal my work, please & thanks. -Stay Captivated✨
