Living in an eternal moonlight relam
has made living seem unbarable.
I am stuck here all alone.
Forsaken by all my friends.
*
I believed that there was an escape,
but as the years passed
and I found no way out,
I began to doubt my belief
all over again.
*
I had hope,
but my realization crushed me
and left me
looking for scrapes of my hopeless dream.
*
I now have developed a strange devotion
to my search
even though I am still forsaken.
Maybe,
I found what I was looking for
after all.
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