Sitting beneath the moonlight’s gaze
Infrequently, on most evenings
They could hear his tireless whispers, before falling silent.
Sometimes, he wishes things were simple
As the simplicity of a smile
Obscuring the internal flames
Sometimes, he finds himself drifting more profoundly into the void of sadness
Sometimes, he decides not to.
Avoiding malevolent glares
His forsaken heart is still beating.
He finds comfort in the darkness
Not ever so bright
Or uninspiring.
It is shrouded, by the haze of pain.
He is faithless,
He is alone and broken.
His foundation beneath him is crumbling
He cannot escape
His light is dimming
Just as an ill-fated firefly
Once ever so bright
Unlike many, that have ever seen
Nevertheless, the fire fades away
Versed in succumbing to his demise
His omniscient truth may seem abstruse to everyone
His actions will need no explanation
Considering it could have only been conjured by a fallen soul.
–Leo Ferreira
Tuesday 29th March 2016 15:18
Updated Wednesday 29th April 2020 16:50
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