Waning Poem, by Just_my_poetic_side, at My poetic side

Is there a flaw in my image?

Are there stones under my guise?

For I'm no curiosity in your eyes anymore

Is there a dent in my bearing?

Did I stumble in my act?

For your smile isn't blazing like before

Is there dimming in my stature?

Have you lost me to the crowd?

For my voice isn't a moment to you anymore

Is there a spill in my words?

Is there a stain uncleaned?

For your stories don't reach for me anymore.

Trying to contain it all

But like the moon on a cloudy night

You keep on waning

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