Moonlight casts shadows of faded memories.

Passion

Raw pain.

Forgiveness.

Love;

Smitten with

The grief of inconnu.

Tremors of what cannot

Be found.

Unwashed.

I lay

Alone.

The stabbing

Uncertainty

Of what lies.

Un dismissed;

Under my blanket:

Nothing.

Aware of a tragedy

I cannot defile.

Published by Maggie

Journalist, TBI survivor, evangelist and enthusiastic home barista, enjoying the spices of life! -Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars.

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