#peoms

Goodnight Moon, you were the best of us, killed by the worst of us.

Doomed by a name so dangerous.

A double edge sword mistaken for what it once was.

Sent alone to a cursed battle not knowing it was her last.

Dear Ms. Moon. How do you do it?

How do you bear the shame or neglect?

How do you protect those who were blind to you?

How are you never drawn by the promise of others, even if they’re richer.

And how do you stand with them in death, even though they cause your early end.

Death will continue to follow as it did for you.

Your sudden abscene will be known throughout the sky.

Shrouding in darkness and light you take your final steps.

I have poems in here that are handjumper related!!! Look look look!!! (They ain’t the best but there are different kinds. I did!)

I’ll show only the hand jumper ones but tell me if you wanna see normal I do!!

I was only thinking about the character when doing so so they might be a bit of a stretch…I was also thinking about head cannons too so they are vague!! If you want to interpret them or if you want to insert yourself into them, I really don’t mind and I would love if you would talk about it. (I don’t know where my confidence came from but oh well

There's a light at the end of the tunnel,

A light as dim as can be.

Walking on a path that’s already written,

But it doesn't feel like your masterpiece.

Where the silence is always loud

And the crowd waits at your feet.

This story has never been yours,

But it's yours to complete.

​Are you tired of always waiting?

Being told what to do?

You have a voice that’s quiet—

It can't even be heard by you.

You take a shot in the dark,

No clue where the arrow goes,

Drawn back by a string of doubts

Targeting what nobody knows.

​So, you trace the ink on the pages,

The ones you were forced to read,

Wondering when the actor stops

And the author begins to bleed.

The stage is built on whisperings,

The shadows grow long and deep,

While you guard a dream you never chose

In a world that’s fast asleep.

​Set down the script you were handed.

Let the cold arrow fall to the floor.

The path only stays pre-written

Until you refuse it once more.

Step out of the heavy silence,

Turn your back on the waiting crowd;

The quietest voice in the dark

Is the one that learns to scream out loud.

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