I hold myself with
both of my arms
like the stars;
a l o n e
they hold
themselves.
A l o n e
they wonder
in the endless
carpets of void
and celestial space.
My open scars
are what I embrace.
A l o n e,
I can
heal
them
well.
A l o n e,
I have
done
it
before.
A l o n e?
Then
why
does
it
hurt
more?
-alone, HIRAYA.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
