Moon on the Ground

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I couldn’t stand the blinds being down.

I opened them up and saw the moon on the ground.

Moon on the snow, the trees, and the wall.

Stars shone through the ice like a crystal ball.

I pulled in my focus to something more real,

the rosery that hangs from my windowsill.

I ached that He helps me find my way out;

I was silent, though, with not one yell or shout.

I cried just enough to cool myself down,

but if I cry anymore, I’m afraid I might drown.

  • Author: Alex (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2018 23:30
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 16
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  • FredPeyer

    While this poem is incredibly well written, well rhymed, great metaphors, I would be lying if I said I understood it. Maybe it's my age or my befuddled brain, but I don't get it!



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