Rising Moon
Author: intraextavertMy mood is dark,
I’m full of gloom,
just like the night,
before new moon.
Pitch, black darkness,
with shards of light,
not much joy,
but lots of fright.
I feel bitter and twisted,
like I won’t be missed,
if I were to leave,
there won’t be a twist,
life would go on,
as if nothing had changed,
it’s only that now,
there’s one less that’s strange.
I’m like a ghost,
a feint apparition,
if I’m not around,
there’s no change in condition.
People may realise,
something has shifted.
But what is the change?
Where has it drifted?
So how do I make,
my impact more known,
not by destruction,
as past ghost’s have shown,
but in a way,
of positive light,
one that glows,
for many a night.
So all I can do,
is just to be me,
a person that’s kind,
& sometimes too keen,
to lend a hand,
& to be a friend,
one that’s there,
until the end.
So not I feel,
like the moon has risen,
like light diffracted,
through a prism,
not one option,
but a spectrum of many,
the one that I choose,
will give me future heading.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:27 AM CST