LunaMoonBox

If I were to somehow leave this place,
Would you cry for me?
Upon my mangled body and shattered heart, 
Would you cry for me?

Would you take this burden into your own hands,
And find a way to make it beautiful?

The wind blows towards me with a silent cry
The leaves speaking my name as they sway
The fresh autumn breeze finds its way
Out from the sky and into my ears

The smell of the lake, rocks, and sand
Carried by the cold autumn day

Three golden sacks hung from a tree
Upon a summer’s day
The air blew t’wards them from the sea
Causing them to sway

Then the day had come at last
For them finally be free
They came to the world like those from their past

I find myself looking at the sky at night
The firepit ablaze
I lay awake for hours despite
The coming of working days

The fire is low and darkness silent
My feet are sore from stones
The pain on my hands is sharp and violent

(Slam Poem)

Dear god, dear creator,
dear maker of my suffering.
Do you remember me? 
Or is this some chance 
reunion to return my pain? 
I already sent that pain to you 

Can you hear the voices calling
They are all around you
The fairies fly and the leaves are falling 
But you’re falling too

A comet glides through the stars above us 
Oh so comely in the sky