While staring at the Moon, I release my sorrow
Thoughts race my mind, Tears travel my cheek
Questioning value, sitting still in the draft of the night
In complete silence, my tears screams loudly
It tells of a story, packed with tragedies
A boy with a Shattered mind, and a tragic past
This deep sorrow slowly dissolves
They dissipate as the tears splash against the gravel
And with this occurring, an empty shell is left
A boy, broken, sequestered from emotion,
A boy, broken, blindly staring at the moon.

-Domford