A Full Moon
A full moon punches a hole in the darkness
the stairs (like my bones) creak on my way to bed
I know I shall not sleep well for fear of death.
I am greeted by a blinding new sun-
as it creeps through the gap in my ragged curtains
dust dances merrily around my room.
A new day- another to endure or enjoy
wishing an end to this existence-yet fearing it
and an open window beckons me outside.
My old mirror shows a reflection of the past
I no longer try to conceal beauty that has vanished
what once was and is no more.
My old coat hangs precariously on a rusted nail
should I venture and watch the boats as they sail
shall I see beauty that like me is transient and fades?
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