“It’s me and the moon,” she says


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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