Murmurs in the Moonlight

I don't write about it

Or maybe I can't

The cloak of cowardice wrapped around the tip of my pen

Restricts the ink of my sorrow to flow

But I'm a human

There's only so much I can contain within myself

Only so much I can bear

Before it overflows, and this acute agony needs an immediate outlet

Streams of tears glistening in the moonlight

A sight so poetic

The suffering, not so much

So I talk to myself

To the dull white walls of this room

To something,

Because the idea of talking to someone seems terrifying

Would they love me if I show them that I'm not who they think I am?

But I need an escape

From this burning grief inside me

From myself

I can forgive other people,

I can be kind to them

But myself?

Never

I don't think I deserve it.

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