Donna
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Wispy clouds draw a diaphanous veil
Over the gibbous moon that shines pale
Wrapped in a coat of dark thoughts, steeped in grief
Repulsion for the World's misdeeds is brief
But then I go drop names like a stone into a lake
Each lands with a satisfying weight, drowning their mistake
To demand further reckoning is quite fitting
But who can curb the rampages, while we're all sitting?
Hands shake while I light a second lucky strike
I've still got many miles on my journey, to hike
Far, far, away from what my Soul calls home
Destined, like the moon is, in darkness, to roam
© Donna H.
February 24, 2025
Over the gibbous moon that shines pale
Wrapped in a coat of dark thoughts, steeped in grief
Repulsion for the World's misdeeds is brief
But then I go drop names like a stone into a lake
Each lands with a satisfying weight, drowning their mistake
To demand further reckoning is quite fitting
But who can curb the rampages, while we're all sitting?
Hands shake while I light a second lucky strike
I've still got many miles on my journey, to hike
Far, far, away from what my Soul calls home
Destined, like the moon is, in darkness, to roam
© Donna H.
February 24, 2025