The edges of her tongue was cut so her vocal performed mumbled,
Like a devil pressed the flat of her temples, hair missile toss and body shakenly crumbled,
Hanging vertical reflection insights the cushion of insecurities as inside laughter stubble,
Everyone installed a monster inside; some fought and some didn't, and that's why she's in trouble.
Like the autumn's leaves, Luna fell down coldly. Like the summer's warmth, Luna melted hurriedly.
Declaration of her fragility turned her hopeless; nonetheless, tied the rope even it's on deadly,
Bridge of throat sacked under the delusion rage string, four walls sang a cave grumbled,
Bridge of linear pace to the ignition of luminous finality, but not even halfway, she stumbled.
Luna was just juvenile; she may scratched lonesome and memorizes the past,
Where the home felt undried; eyesight's unfurl, and movements bold.
Luminous mystery of beaded stars were graciously flickering fast,
And its underneath the flow where, O you began to fold.
She was free in mind, heartfelt in thoughts, and non-delusional,
Words were read and written purposely, and petrifying voices were far illusional,
Indifferent one-by-one vocal pitch were pleasant and welcomed such so fusional,
But when the touch of darkness and soulful breathe of silence, Luna became confusional.
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The Rumblings of Luna
PoetryINTRODUCTION The existence of her sixteen years has narrowed herself upon the illuminous environment when only the mute lass tried to surround herself from the healthy community. Luna's unfamiliarity and weakness to herself become relevant and bold...
