A moth saw the sun
resting on the hill
and he longed for its warmth
to escape the winter's chill.
So he climber to the top
where no one else would go,
and that is now the only place
that he considers home.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
