Lonely Moon
Soul sunken moon
Dying orb
Distant shadow
You cry as though you lost
Do you ache for love as humans do?
Dust ridden cold surface
An opening with no sound
Dark raccoons
Circling empty pits
They once were windows.
I long to warm your heart
Knowing how it hurts to be cold.
A silent scream
Francis Bacon
He knew it well
A helpless longing
To understand love
The realization that we are surrounded by so much hate.
One cannot love on empty
How does one who gives
Learn to receive?
In the darkness,
You shine brightest
But, when it is light,
No warmth reaches you.
Is this the price you pay?
Emitting your last light
Slipping away from life unnoticed.
Filed under: Honduras Tagged: meaning of life, poetry, purpose, reflection, suffering
