It lights up the sand, the bright full moon.
May it chase away the night that skitters along the dune
That single wrong step from great, impending doom
Is what keeps me awake and praying for noon
I stumble and follow the lord high moon
Whilst I struggle and fight the urge to mourn.
The black mountains, so large that they loom.
I pray for safe haven, may it come for me soon.
The aching for the season of monsoon
Messes with my mind, I call myself a loon
It is all I can do, to follow the moon
And from death that skitters along the dune.
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The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems
PoesiaThese will all be poems that I have personally written, either for fun or for Uni, I hope to upload often (for real this time) as it is a crucial part of my Uni module. I hope you enjoy these poems.
