My Dearest Luna,
Once again anxiety came to play
Leaving a mush of mind
and a mess of heart.
I smiled my best smile.
framed my best mask.
All while dying a little more.
Why am I unwanted?
Why do I feel this?
Pain so profound
an ache none can soothe.
Honestly, Luna,
How much more can I take?
Before this life is forfeit?
how much more alone can I be..
that death seems better company?
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My Dearest Luna
PoetryPoetry inspired by the lasting companionship of the most beautiful pale object in the sky.
