Here is a memento from the other day
Who knows wherever the moon will go?
I just know that I’m here to stay
*While reading this poem, please imagine a sunset with a full moon shining brightly overhead. It's intended to be read from the perspective of someone in this specific setting who is thinking fondly of their long distance internet friends (that they don't always talk to). This was originally posted on Tumblr on June 5th, 2026, but it took a bit for me to cross post it here.
Grim shadows of strife unfold
death and destruction
they have conquered the enemy
children silenced, doctors mourned
murdered the charity workers
murdered the refugees in churches
masses weakened by hunger's grasp
in echoes of desolation
they won
they killed them all
evil no longer exists
if you're Alice in Wonderland's sway,
illusions blur
the devils tongue has had its way
in my crosshairs
the distant past
almost within grasp
AP: 3rd place 2025
Aim, fire; with each shot, closer, and closer, to the target's bull's-eye
Date written and posted: 06/30/2018
Time plays its tricks in the recesses of our minds;
Like love's lost lament and identity's paradigm.
Nonetheless, we still make our journeys in vain,
As we travel our paths, one step at a time.
Life's generally demanding and not trouble-free.
At its crossroads, we attempt to be wise,
Staying out of the crosshairs of trouble and strife;
Learning life's lessons and dilemma's disguise.
Yet life is quite good and merits our being;
Each sunrise surmounting life's problems and woes.
Love eternally embraces all else in our lives;
Our winters always end, with Spring's, magnificent rose.
As the winds blow in March, in Winter's last, final gasp;
Man's existence is as marvelous, as the Lord's gentle clasp.
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