One Hundred

I totally agree with the other comments. This is very beautiful. Though I cannot firmly grasp the concept of the poem fully. Haha. Maybe it's just me or that there is so many ways you can go here. :). I think you are talking about being at a beach in reality and there could be a metaphor here but I don't think so. You are sitting at the beach counting each wave as it passes or crashes onto the shore. (The metaphor could be which is possible is the thoughts that haunt your mind about someone or something that has happened in your life).I also can see the tone of sadness here. I also love how you can put your imagery and wording together well. BBecause you always leave the reader thinking even after the poem is read. Well done!

I totally agree with POTP, this is also one of my favourites from you. I can't really explain why Maple, it just sits with me, and I found myself reading again and again. I related straight away to your opening, and that battle of anxiety, I really like the metaphor of the waves here, because waves can be so calm, and yet so troublesome and loud, so much like our minds, our hearts and our emotions.

You then go on to take us deeper into your thoughts, and your worries, I like how you showed regret in the second stanza by saying the moment should not have been born, nicely worded.

The third stanza here is where I found myself repeating it. I get that imagery of not wanting to fight this stranger, not wanting to be defeated by it either, just wanting harmony, to bond in a better way, I feel this might be depression related. Or at least for my interpretation it is. The moon is like your safety net that guides you through, you feel safe as long as you follow your path, it will guide you to where you are meant to be.

Your ending is very touching because you wish to escape this place, but you know that even with a rest, or even a sleep, the same thoughts will lurk around when you awake, like you are trapped within them.

I really like your wording choice throughout this poem, I did not feel it too crowded with metaphors or extra fancy wording, it was simple, short, smooth, and just very enjoyable to read, and held so much information about that repetition of thoughts.

Well done

My eyes follows the moon as well

This is one of my favorite poems from you Andrea, and I feel drawn in by the opening stanzas, where those feelings of anxiety and nervousness are intensified. In the third stanza, I also feel longing and despair that you cannot live this other life perhaps with this stranger. Almost like the day will wake you up to reality. The ending was beautifully written, I really like this part:
"in the midnight madness of my mind"
- what emotion and troubling thoughts that haunt us.

Powerful ending. Keep your head up <3