Under a Moon
Alone at night
Under a moon, full and bright
The years came slowly calling
Memories, down my cheek, falling
Into darkness then, I slip
Realities, a mind cannot grip
Chasing shadows of what was
It didn't work because…because
In memory, hours pass
Thought pours freely over the past
Time slips through fingers grasp
However tight, the hand does clasp
Though my eyes are blurred
Past emotions having stirred
Keeping me awake this night
Under a moon, full and bright
~JJR 3/24/16
Copyright © Jared Ringeman | Year Posted 2017
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