Counting StarsA Poem by ToryReflecting on the effect night has on me personally
Dense, palpable night.
Wind that whispers soft. Thoughts that plague my mind in which I soon get lost. I then see why many fear the night as they do, why they watch their backs when she arrives. Do you? She will give you calm and quiet, and you will think that you will find Peace. Comfort. Healing. But instead she will invade your mind. She will caress your cheek, kiss your lips gentle and slow, and then she will take you places you never wished to go... Why is it that we live to die? Will the dead ever return? When will we taste true peace, true love? Why does the world burn? But I push away from her dangerous grasp before she teases my scars. I find true peace, not in the quiet dark, but in the light. In counting stars.
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6 Reviews Added on September 10, 2019 Last Updated on September 10, 2019 AuthorToryPhiladelphia, PAAboutJust a young writer trying to grow while staying true to herself :) more..Writing
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