I conjecture that I comprehend
What it entails to be the faraway
Featureless moon, hovering high
In the enormously scorched sky
Encased in lamentation, alienated
From the formation of stars, utterly
Useless, nameless, shamefulness
Emotionless, mournfulness bordering
Its broken beauty, emptiness on the interior
Feeling inferior within a world
Where it doesn’t blend in
I can perceive the undying nighttime
Cries, the stabbing pain that doesn’t slacken
Overstrained, brain drain, beaten, blacken
Fallen, delusional, one-dimensional
Astronomical emotions on overload
Overshadowed, swallowed whole
Glowless, thoughtless, tremendous
Unhappiness elevating, contemplating
Revivification, adoration, concentration
On validation, subtract desperation
And dislocation, with the addition
Of illumination and realization
To create inspiration and gratification
