your ghosts keep you awake at night
you hate the nights but are forced to be a nyctophile
night is supposed to be an hour of peace
but something burned rises from the ashes
goodbye came as if it’s always by your side
your eyes rained turning red in pain
but like a warrior, you keep that mask
hiding the painful truth behind that smile
you see yourself as a grown-up version
always trying to bring daylight into the dark
but what can you do in daylight with daylight
when in both hours, demons rule your mind
you carry a dagger stabbed in your heart
but suppress the tears full of guilt and pain
You’re a child of the moon
Light your own world for once
Note- This poem is about someone fighting many internal battles, someone with sadness and depression, someone who is haunted by the memories at midnight. This is a poem that i wrote about someone as her Secret Santa for Christmas Day. I wrote it based on her work, so basically i drew my inspiration from the feelings conveyed in her poetry. So this poem is basically part of my Part-0 collection which features poems written as a gift, memory for someone else.
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