Empathetic
It is on nights like this, with my belly full
and my chest empty, that the moon points east
to her darkened half, and I ache to follow her arc
into the nothingness,
because I understand the void.
Tagged: Writing, Poetry, Poetic, Literature, Poem
...the moon points east/to her darkened half....is a wonderful line. Good job! The poem works for me.
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