on this side of the moon, i can feel my skin crawling and scratching at the bloody bath of skin covering my body, looking for a release. looking for some escape to this prison.
on this side of the moon, i can smell soot and soaring flames. i can hear the shrieks and shots, of others bracing for pain. i can feel the hysteria start to set in.
because on the other side of the moon, at the end of the tunnel and way deep down, i can see freedom and love, no heartache or pain. i can imagine my worries lifting, and children laughing freely at the sight of the sun.
i can see myself happy and smiling, singing and painting, writing and dancing. i can see myself free. free from all of this torment that has began to feel like home. i can see myself building a new home, a better one.
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the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
