Static Moon.

More poems.

UNTITLED.

In the quiet of the night,
Loneliness sits heavy,
A silent companion,
Whispering softly in the shadows.

The moon casts its pale light,
Upon empty streets and barren fields,
Where echoes of laughter once danced,
Now fade into the darkness.

Alone, the heart beats a solemn rhythm,
Aching for connection,
But finding only the empty space
That stretches on endlessly.

Memories, like ghosts,
Haunt the corners of the mind,
Echoes of lost love and forgotten dreams,
Lingering in the silent spaces.

Yet in the solitude,
There is a strange beauty,
A stillness that soothes the soul,
A quiet refuge from the chaos of the world.

So let loneliness be a companion,
Not feared, but embraced,
For in its depths,
We may find solace, and perhaps, even peace.

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Static Moon.

In the night sky, a static moon hangs, Casting its ghostly glow upon the land, A silent sentinel in the vast expanse, Watching over the world with timeless eyes.

Its light spills across the landscape, Painting shadows in shades of silver, And in its stillness, there is a sense Of quietude, of peace, of solitude.

Yet beneath its tranquil facade, Lies a world in constant motion, Where lives intertwine and destinies unfold, Amidst the chaos of existence.

The static moon remains unchanged, A steadfast presence in an ever-changing world, A symbol of constancy in a sea of uncertainty, A reminder that even in the darkest of nights, There is always a glimmer of hope, Shining bright against the static sky.

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Dead Memory.

In the recesses of my mind, Lies a graveyard of memories, Where the ghosts of the past Haunt the corridors of my thoughts.

Each tombstone bears a name, A fragment of a life once lived, Now lost to the sands of time, Buried beneath layers of forgetfulness.

I wander through this desolate landscape, Searching for traces of what once was, But all I find are echoes of emptiness, And the silence of dead memories.

Yet even in this barren wasteland, There is a strange beauty to be found, In the quietude of oblivion, And the stillness of forgotten dreams.

For in the absence of memory, There is a freedom to be found, A release from the burdens of the past, And the weight of what could have been.

So let the dead memories rest, In the graveyard of my mind, For in their absence, I find a new beginning, And the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

Hi, thank you so much for reading. Sorry it may not be up to my usual standards, having to work on my phone to write as my laptop is dead!!Fancy buying me a coffee? That would be so awesome if you could and would help my work towards a new laptop.