Moonblind
Please tell me, is this it?
It will pass people say,
Don’t quit.
It’s not so easy.
This tight crushing weight,
It leaves me wheezing.
I feel like time is limited.
An allowed existence,
Everyday permitted.
I spiral.
Falling through an abyss,
The longest mile.
A burden on my back.
A weight I carry,
It’s beginning to stack.
I am ill-defined.
I cannot perceive after,
Call me moonblind.
Beneath a darkened wave.
Like a lost child,
I strive to be brave.
What should be tremendous.
The voices shriek,
Life becomes tedious.
Hope should not be hopeless.
And the limited,
It should never be limitless.
To dance in the rain.
I find reason,
A peace from the pain
The Ice will melt.
Each drop a balm,
In my very soul it is felt.
Copyright © Jamin Poore | Year Posted 2022
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