dear moon,
the pen i hold
in my hand
leaves a colorful
arrangement of tears
the blue sets free
the hidden shadows
lingering deep within
a hallow wasteland
of my thoughts
it leads me to
the cracks and crevices
of the loneliness
a yesterday never
seemed
so divine
the red
creates art from
past memories
that refuse to
disappear
buried deep
inside yet
still very
much alive
and the black
that paves
my unspoken dreams
as i lay awake
while the world sleeps
a deadly silence
fills the air yet
still provides
comfort
a beautiful
spectrum of
ink drips
down these
crumbling pages
along with
my thoughts
