Sitting up with the moon and the stars
I look down to this night
Wondering searching
Where you are
I look for a heart
It lays tarnished in a box
Guarded from any light
Which may shine to heal it
From the pain it has endured
Over multiple years
And I am looking for a mind
Though broken and twisted
It is beautiful and kind
Despite the lasting torture
It has continued and existed
But merely that nothing more
This soul is limbo
And in this night
I have gone in search
Reaching with my hand
In order to help
But I am far away
Sitting on this crescent moon
Unable to help
To come down to you
Unless that is
You ask me to.
Author notes
I choose a picamature which would be the third one or this link:
www.nenethomas.com/images/NEW%20IMAGES/Memorymain.jpg
Written July 19th, 2006
A contest entry
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400 points, ended August 15, 2006, 33 entries
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Aww this is really sad and I liked how you made the photo come to life. A lot of emotion and I can relate to this feeling a lot. I liked the whole moon aspect too. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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this is really good.
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