HER

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Sun gives light and life;
Not that she wants any.
Night is scary and dark;
Named her fantasy.

With all the heat,
In the daylight with a mind
Full of trains of voices
Having no path
Crossing one another
Too loud

With all the coldness,
Moon shine up in the sky
Shutting all those voices down
Soothing her mind
Healing her
Making her write

But with her pillow her mind,
Filling and blocking and overflowing
With the obscure voices
Trying to figure out any word
'She's weird' was all that
she could hear.

𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 | PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now