The moon watches over me
with her cool,
luminescent glow,
bathing me
in redemption when
I need it the most,
and when I struggle
to find meaning
in this solitude that
I choose,
she reminds me that,
this way, there is
nothing left to lose
but myself.
Fragments
JSextonWrites
Poetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Ins... Еще