To drift into nothingness
Fulfilling the void
An oxymoron
Forced to be your choice
While I set the sun
To its final rest
I know I tried
I did my best
YOU ARE READING
Moon Man
PoetryA small collection of my poems. Most have been written on a whim. Letting my subconscious do the work for me.
Aching gratitude
To drift into nothingness
Fulfilling the void
An oxymoron
Forced to be your choice
While I set the sun
To its final rest
I know I tried
I did my best
