Sunday, August 3, 2025

 


Moon bathing on the very dark side of the moon

Trying to find the ghost of you

This endless search and questioning

Has cost me a lifetime trying to get through. 


Where are you? Why did you leave me? 

To suffer alone and grieve in despair, 

I can’t search for God 

And grovel with an unanswered prayer. 


Within this cursory of godless 

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