“It’s me and the moon,” she says

6/10/14

Fading, waning, never full
my face is crumpled craters
slammed and scarred at random
by objects beyond cosmic control
(gray and sterile is my worthless body)
I invited them all to destroy me

A shimmering emerald world lies
outside his arms, and a little further
with every revolution around
The Unreachable

My loneliness is limitless
I am my dark side

What do you see?
Reflection of spirit?
I am the light that is already dead.

 

-Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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