Shout at the moon, my darling, and less at your heart,
For it not deserve the blame for any damage he’s caused;

Shout at the trees, as they stand tall and so strong,
And be jealous of them for that’s all that you want;

Shout at the pond, as rain sends ripples throughout,
Oh, I miss your smile—how long is this drought?

Shout at me, if you need,
And scream, if it helps;
Shout at whatever, my dear,
So long as it’s not at yourself.


- Brendon S. Sawyer
(2021)