Between nothingness and pain
I chose to linger, and like new moon
cradled ebony skies.
Why is the new moon partially
hidden, I wonder as emotions gave way
to impossible dreams.
Perhaps like humans, she too
has demons, who threaten to claw
into the subconscious mind.
I glance once again, admiring the
new moon, her power and strength
before finally resigning to bed.
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