Tide

Another old poem from an archive I rediscovered this morning.

Tide

My tears are governed by the tides.
each time the moon wakes up to rise
I try to look up into its eyes.

Ink spills onto paper
as I try my best to write
and when I look up to the starlight, 
the world shines so bright

The world is set alight, 
when I look up to the moon at night
Sometimes I wish it was never there
never there so I could be alone

but when the darkness comes,
it reaches down to save my life
and it makes the world right.

12.10.2020

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This is a poem from much younger years and the writing reflects it, but it’s just as painful knowing I don’t have the same eye for poetry as I used to. Oh well—I guess I’d better get back into practice.

Thank you for reading!