Moons and Other Mysteries

Sun, 12/31/2017 - 06:22 -- carajol

I sat with my glasses off

and everything was blurry

my heart was exhausted

though my mind was in a hurry

so I stared at the moon

now a fuzzy white light

and I sat there awhile

alone with the night

some things in life are never quite clear

they're vague and ambiguous 

and fill you with fear

but these things don't need to be revealed quite so soon

because even mysteries can be breathtaking

just like the blurry moon

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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