"The darkest moon
The darkened sun
Come together as one
Waiting for me to come through
But once I go
Will I ever come back?
And if I do, will I remain the same?
Will anyone come (with me)?
To ask if I'm alright?
Or will the hole in the sky, my heart, close again?
I wonder if the rain will cry with me
As if to say 'Long live the tears'
I'm another hooded figure
Another gear, waiting for my place
Where I'm simply meant to be
Before the clouds settle off
Before the dark hole perishes
And before the tears dry
I'll be here with an umbrella
Head towards heels, avoiding my own reflection
And simply walk in the rain that's not meant to last
(I hope)"
~ yours truly,
Esmeray
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The Secret Oeuvre of a Ghost Named Esmeray
PoetryI was a human just like you once. A soul. I had lived a life brimmed with flowers that could glow love, had a fire within me to bring others warmth. I once had a family that cherished me, and accepted me. I had the spirit of a child, with many stori...
