Up on my windowsill I stare
at the moon glowing innocently
“What clueless little thing,”
I wonder how many cries of help
Has it ignored, yet still
it continues to be beautiful
The moon is alone,
And far away from home
it was all that i wanted
“Is the moon happy?”
I would always ask.
For it has all the things
I wish I could have
Like those like me
Whose eyes always end up
Staring at the moon, glowing innocently
Little cries of help hoping
That the moon would somehow reach
And take them away in its light
To hope for that was all that I could do
As someone who hated the moon most
Sitting on top of my windowsill
Gazing upward again
Like I have for many nights
Spent in vain
Jealous of the moon
Whichever way my body brings me
My final destination will always be
The beautiful yet heartless moon
Glowing innocently.
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 3:16 AM UTC
Up on my windowsill I stare
at the moon glowing innocently
“What clueless little thing,”
I wonder how many cries of help
Has it ignored, yet still
it continues to be beautiful
The moon is alone,
And far away from home
it was all that i wanted
“Is the moon happy?”
I would always ask.
For it has all the things
I wish I could have
Like those like me
Whose eyes always end up
Staring at the moon, glowing innocently
Little cries of help hoping
That the moon would somehow reach
And take them away in its light
To hope for that was all that I could do
As someone who hated the moon most
Sitting on top of my windowsill
Gazing upward again
Like I have for many nights
Spent in vain
Jealous of the moon
Whichever way my body brings me
My final destination will always be
The beautiful yet heartless moon
Glowing innocently.
