As if the day turned black
and the sun turned a dirty shade of grey
awaiting eagerly
just for one last poem to read, from you?
the very last goodbye?
a poem in which
the universe explodes
into silence and nothingness
and as I sit at the end of my bed
my dry eyes closed
waiting of course
for all the clocks to stop
the moon appears
and she is blue.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2025 03:34
- Comment from author about the poem: imaginings of hope, but what I see in reality are babies going home in boxes from war. 🌹
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A super nova poem that is quite rightly mourned by the moon 🌙🙏🏻🕊
Indeed, mourned by more than the moon, I'm thinking of those children going back to Israel in boxes. The world is broken. 🌹
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