Untitled VIII

Untitled VIII

A Poem by Enigma

Overstepping the dark

side of the

moon only

to land in a

puddle of souls

searching for

heaven

but never crossing

the line splitting

Hell,

how can one still

be so lost

in the stars

gallant above?

Was the moon

not enough

or did you merely

see the sun

around the bend

as you sipped a

nebula of

imprudence?

© 2014 Enigma


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