a Poem by Raquel Swann
The Sun drifts under the horizon
daylight tires, relinquishing to night.
it’s the third full moon, at midnight
time bends its knees to a crawl,
crickets outside this lonely balcony
chirp songs of sadness
remorse,
regret,
Was I wrong?
Were you wrong?
Do such things even matter any more?
In a passing memory I recall all the good
Never the bad.
do you still think of me?
Or has hatred erased the recordings?
am I a blemish on a long list of heartaches?
hidden messages on a box
to silence on a moonlit night.
Extremely well written!!
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Thank you. I really appreciate it. I’ve been trying really hard to improve my poetry.
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Then you have undoubtedly been doing an excellent job 🙂
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