The moon ascended high
And adorned the world with a gentle smile
In those old days, I wondered why
The moon's glow seemed somewhat mild
I endeavoured for the moon's sake
Yet couldn't help but resent the subtle light
Enveloped in darkness, I wept and spake
Why did the moon not fiercely fight?
Night arrives, casting a shimmering glow
Peeking from behind the shy trees' embrace
Today, I no longer seek to overthrow
For the moon makes no attempt to outpace
The moon smiles with borrowed light
For aeons, it has borrowed this gentle light
The sun may seek to dazzle and blind
Yet the moon employs it to be kind
In those days, I waged a relentless fight
For the moon, yearning for a greater light
Night after night, I sought insight
Realising that the moon never truly shined bright
Like a spoon reflecting the ceiling's light
The moon smiled with its borrowed light
Yes, it's true
Fires now ignite within my eyes
But I cannot deny
These thoughts linger in my mind, so tight
As I reflect on the old days and the moon's borrowed light
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A Chaotic Mind
PoetryA series of poems that I write about my daily life, including strange thoughts, struggles and love. Life is a chaos, but so beautiful.
