I am cratered,
Without a Sun to make me glow,
Without an Earth to hold me close,
I am cratered and alone.
YOU ARE READING
Tangents
PoetryIt's some kind of literary form. Quote me: k.t. Sometimes explaining something does not give it meaning, but leaves it without purpose.
Many Moons Away
I am cratered,
Without a Sun to make me glow,
Without an Earth to hold me close,
I am cratered and alone.
