Moonbeams

This broken shell

Who no longer dreams.

A shattered life, a thankless hell.

No rays of light...no bright moonbeams.

A spirit beat, defeated, through.

Empty eyes, no more cries for rescue.

Surrender, concession. No longer wonders why.

Living only by habit and instinct.

Finds no passion, desire, nor drive to try.

Just give, no point to life.

Eventually, the body follows spirit,

In death, as in life,

Ignored... abhored... Forgotten, a testament to unfilled existance.

Now, no longer but a shell, no, nothing but dreams.

Free, and flying, with rays of light..... and bright moonbeams.

Author's Note

The review mentioning "goive" noted a typo, which I've since fixed!

Reviews

[Archia]

I like the use of 'moonbeams' at the end, it's just makes it all a happy ending. I enjoyed how you described the emptiness of them. "Just goive" there's something wrong with that word.

[Suze]

Love the happy ending. I like the reference to the moonbeams again, too. Very nice, thanks for posting!

[Skye]

I liked it. Nice poem. Good job.