Poems From A Cluttered Mind

Sacrifice

A full sphere hangs in the sky

Unbroken by any blemishes

Casting pale moonlight

On the rippling water

Who mirrors its beauty

With its own twist

Of originality

But the moon merely wishes

To see itself

Not another's perception

Of its beauty

Be it better 

Or worse

And so it swathes itself

With the surrounding clouds and darkness

Distorting its image further

More and more

Until it is hidden from sight

And the world is dark

But the moon feels pity for the lightless world

And sacrifices itself for the happiness of 

Others who don't understand its significance

But the moon is content

With the knowledge that it can 

Assist in the only way it knows how

By being a beacon for hope