My Soul

A glimpse into my very soul.

A dull moon
suspended above a
sullenly placid lake.
The cold and bitter-minded wind
howls softly into the gloom
at his own triviality.
Not a cry shalt pierce the night,
nor a word of ill to breach the tranquility
of the soundless misery.
The dismal moon
weeps for his forlorn state,
his tears littering the docile waters,
and moving them to recapitulate their sullen stillness.
The stars relieve themselves of their overtaxing luminosity,
but only to find that the next shines as bright as he.
He is lost amongst the stellar populace,
not to be found more significant than the next.
The burden of unimportance.

This is my soul.

Author's Note

Your thoughts are welcome.