Child of Moon Awake With Ghosts

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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