luna moths
emerge under the light
of a thousand stars
dimmed by the distance
they have no mouths
to scream for help with
they aren't built to last
deprived of something
we consider a right
their sole purpose is
to find quick love in the shadows
and cast others of their kind
into a similar pitiful existence
they are starving from the start
there are no second chances
for those who weren't
blessed with a first
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
