|Hermit and the Moon
I must’ve seen you somewhere
in the light.
There I could have touched you;
I could have found my hermit
and the moon,
could’ve touched your wound—
could’ve stuck my finger in it
I am not free in this kind of world.
I am a numbness, a bitter cold.
I will be by your side
And I’m sorry.
Is eating me alive.
13 Jan 18
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I can see the word I a lot. some phrasing like 'in the light', 'bitter cold' bit normative, bit redundant, bit meh- you know?
I swear- i guess that's something people say. i like line 7, not a fan of the moon but i guess it allows wound to be all springy there.
what sorrow really. like what the fuck are you all so sad for? cheer up darlin
I can’t do anything with this poem, DL. Feel free to workshop it if you want, literally. :)
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