The Darkest Side Of The Moon

It's something

The cold out here in the middle of the wasteland,

nothing besides perhaps my pride shining brightly

The dark out here in my land of enchantment, 

where I'm born free, home free, and roaming 

The craters and holes surround my essence, 

perhaps this is a metaphor for my emptiness

The kick up of the dirt, the dust, and the rock,

somethings I can't help think I am perceived as

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Eden-Rose]

Such a melancholy feeling provided in this poem with sort of a dream-like vibe. Very well done!

[The Iron Horseman]

Very melancholic, appropriate dark imagery and nicely worded.