The Unwanted


The moon cried
And so did I,
For we both had the same pain,
The pain of the past.
It lurked around like a dark shadow behind my heart,
Moving around and all about,
Scaring me all the time,
Not leaving my soul alone.
The moon moaned
And said everything that bothered him,
Everything that was layering up atop him.
But I didn't.
I didn't.
I closed the lid on my past and said nothing more.
I knew that no matter what,
My heart must skip the past and smile,
That no matter what, I must go on,
Even though the past is lurking around like an unwanted shadow,
And that it will always be there.
The moon cried
But I didn't.
What good will it do?
Nothing will clean my past away.

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