Cresent

Crescent

Crescent amidst void
golden lit, trickles
fallen upon wounds
blood turns to crystal
words lost in a sigh
worlds lost for cry
slice, in darkness
lite forged in pain
Crescent amidst void.

Andy McRae - 3/25/23

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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