Nightlight

The moon will shine on both of us.
Neither of us will be pitied. Ms. Moon
Has no sympathy. Instead, she sends
A heartless light which shows us
Growing more apart, on separate
Paths of wretchedness. I age and
Stumble, having, after decades,
Found no place to go. I walk alone,
And babble. No one hears me. I had
Hoped you would, but you, like those
You seek to teach, are deaf to any
Outer sound. You plod. Each step
Appears to make the path you're
On grow narrower. You reach to
Cling to Mom and him, and, doing
So, remain the child you had hoped
You'd cease to be. The fairy castle
You had planned to occupy looks
Like a womb. You've haven't gotten
Anywhere. I tried, you know. I gave
You love, and asked you if you'd like
To help me set off on another path.
Who knows where else we could have
Gone? You panicked and you turned
Away, so, now, we move apart, a pair
Of devotees of wretchedness, both
Illuminated by the harsh and heartless
Moon.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-21 at 02:16

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