New MoonA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierNew Moon much a tragedy anymore that I cant count backwards from ten; it's part of the sickness I call my life. Trembling once in her arms, I don't know how not to go back to her, I don't know how not to reach for her at night. She was my world once as I was her Moon, she could forget about me in phases and did, until I was new. I am a new Moon always. Yet she is always just keystrokes away to rattle my cage, make me like the Cheshire and small like Alice, my mad hatter. And I will sink into the bottom of another starry night broken and damaged, as she casts her shadow upon me still. Not willing to let me go selfish, in a Sun soaked sky.
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Added on May 25, 2016 Last Updated on May 25, 2016 Author
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