Bleeding Sky & Nightfall

Poetry

Bleeding Sky

Amidst the setting sun and the rising moon, 

the sky bleeds red today. 

And as the golden cools into shiny silver, 

I catch the last glimpse of this bleeding sky. 

But the moon on the other side is calling me. 

Oh, how I love embracing the moon 

but why do I have to let go of the sun so soon? 

But oh, the moon is calling me, 

and I have to go, let you go. 

But I promise that when the night is done, 

I’ll be right here, waiting for the sky to bleed red again. 

As the silver warms up to golden tomorrow. 

Amidst the setting moon and the rising sun.

Nightfall

I hear chaos in an empty room, in dead silence 

Escape into full space looking at the beaming light of the full moon as the night dims into darkness 

Staring at the ground from 60 ft above, the never-ending sky as my rooftop 

My chest finally lightens as I let out the weight on my shoulders with a deep breath 

I like it here, when the only company I have is me 

An escape from reality, my excuse of being busy 

Waking up on 4 hours of sleep every day, a puffy face, my swollen lips 

Yet coming back to this mistake every single night 

I have no regrets.

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