Moving on. Or why I write.

Shadows racing,
Moonlight flying,
The trace of light from windows.

A simple cry,
A quiet sigh,
Who hears it no one knows.

Shimmer of light,
Such a sight,
Nothing left inside.

Just a thought,
But it's caught,
My own time I must bide.

Who says that poetry is hard?
Who says it can not flow qite right?
Each thought is like a plain glass shard,
Let it out and feel it's bite.

Calmness flowing,
Nothing showing,
Relax and am at peace.

Just one look back,
See what I lack,
My soul reigns in its lease.

I'm flying high,
Within the sky,
I know I can't give in.

Within myself,
Within my health,
I cover up my sin.

I write to feel calmer,
I write that I can release,
Starting to get harder,
But now I am at peace.

Shadows racing,
Moonlight flying,
The trace of light from windows.

A simple cry,
A quiet sigh,
Who hears it no one knows.