Chasing after the moon.
Under a cloudless sky.
The stars suppressing my sense of self.
Forgetting my demons.
Forgetting my scars.
Trying to grasp the moon.
Hoping to steal the secret to its peace.
Content to rise and fall.
To always shine just for itself.
My cries fall into oblivion.
My hands always failing to reach it.
Still chasing after it.
Awaking from my dream.
The moon still in the sky.
Still away from my reach…
by moon gazer
3 comments
Catharsis galore. I also feel better letting things out, sometimes poetically. Like a letter to myself.
Its superb……not bad at all.
And wish you Happy World Poetry Day…..
………from one poet to his fellow.
Bye take care
thank you