Casting a glance up high
I didn't know why
I felt the moons radiance on my skin
I lost myself
The shining orb
Losing all there is of me
The moon
And the light
Yet it shone magnificently
Was gone from me
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
