I start with my poem,
when I am down with jeroboam.
I'll simply tell of the frame.
Down the river, the moon, the night with a restricted name.
As the hour of darkness approaches,
the moonlight encroaches.
Flopped under the cloudless skies,
far away an owl cries.
I call it a night,
when the extinguished darkness arise.
This is the poem I wrote for my family. This signifies their position in my life. The darkness symbolizes adversities and moonlight their love and support.
The end is melancholic. As it ends leaving me alone with my adversities.
