Dearest moon.
My dear, dear secret lover
My love.
My inspiration.
I have lost in this situation.
I can see myself falling.
Can hear myself screaming.
Can smell my failure.
My mind is despairing!
Tears.
I can taste my streaming tears.
Heart.
I can feel my heart's beats skipping.
Trying to grasp the last beat.
And spend it.
Trying to be completely still.
To end the misery in this cell.
Soul.
Is there even a remaining one?
Mine is falling.
Falling down.
Low.
Lower than the underworld.
Hades would be jealous from my fall.
I can't find a saving rope.
A hand.
A ladder.
Something.
Or even someone for me to hold.
I'm so sorry my lover.
So sorry my lover.
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My Salty Rivers And The Moon (wattys2018)
PoetryThe princess has no-one to talk to No-one to listen to her To comfort her To make her pain go away To love her . . Till she found the moon her secret lover She waits every night To spill her innermost thoughts To put her mind...
