There used to be a silent moon
Watching me as I carried the world
Upon my shoulders.
The moon has dangerously kindled at
The agony that scrubbed each
And every bone I had with sharpened blades.
It was all I could ever do to hold on:
You were a weight on your own and
The world was another weight itself.
I don't understand how anyone's writing could possibly be so perfect. All your poems are just absolutely beautiful; so inspiring. This is just an absolutely lovely poem too; brilliant work. I love writing (but am horrendous at it) so I really look up to inspiring authors like you. Keep up the amazing work!
Beautiful poem!!! The last 3 lines say so much!!! Tc and God bless
I think its good, but I almost want it to be longer. Not in a bad way, just I want to understand what the silent moon is and who is carrying everything is more. If that makes sense. XD
Yes it makes sense but I think that sometimes the unsaid details make the poem sound better because the reader can think more and sometimes relate to it in your own way so ill leave all the guesswork for you
Beautiful, specially the last three lines <3