Strained Herat

Bright upon the moonlight

dwells an innocent

crushed.

Febel from the inside

desiring the warmth.

The warmthness that feels

invincible.

In mid night

the luminous moon illuminates

for all.

All that has felt strain in the heart.

Being a virgin to this strain,

only desires

love,

redemption,

and truth.

Lay down bathing in the moonlight

howls to the moon.

Bring back my non existing

invincibility.

Mend this innocents’ feeble side.

This poem is about: 
Me

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