The Dying Moon
by Laura Via
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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The Dying Moon
Lost within a purplish haze
of a dying moon,
where flowers no longer bloom
and life dwindles with
each inhaled breath.
The languid soul,
parched by years of
and the desperation
to be understood
can fight no more.
Here one can no longer
find that silvery light,
the glow that brings a smile
to those who haunt the night.
For the moon dies slow,
with no soul to weep for
and no grave in which to sleep.
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|Reviewed by Alex Bennett
|nothing less than pure talent. i love it...|
|Reviewed by Bella Christopher (Reader)
|I have been reading poetry on this website for
a long time and this is the first time i've
written a comment. I enjoyed this very much.
You can feel the melancholy longing one feels
at the loss of one so loved.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a very haunting and well penned poem ...|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|haunting, beautifully scripted piece, Laura. Very much enjoyed the read.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|powerful piece; very well done!|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Brokenness and despair seep from the page and into the reader's heart; very effectively written!
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla. :(
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|A very powerful write and very well done
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|Paints a picture of desolation and despair
However the darkest hour is just before Dawn