At night, she tries to find her spark
And make it rise to her surface
She embraced the returning dark
As it painted her life with purpose
She says the moon, it's just like me
We shine at night, but there's times when
We must go through empty phases, see?
To come back full again
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
