Full Moon

Troubled By Light

By the light of the Moon,
I crumpled my life,
Like the paper of ancient poets’ strife,

The ink of my story was all dry and smeared,
So, how did I repurpose what was sorely misshapen,
This chaotic mess that was there and feared,

I heard some pages start to unravel,
So, I picked one up, but I was quickly engulfed,
By the sound and cry of a howling wolf,

I knelt to the Earth as I felt I was finished but I sank into it and was indeed diminished.

Written by divaD