Note Of Pathos Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

Like a moth flies toward the moon;
a journey that ends in death
Am I to reach forever
with my intentions so unclear?
I cannot make you see them
these bridges I build so dear
For when I traverse this crevase
the one I cannot leap
A third would break it quickly
I would too; your heart in his hand
and I cannot see any fault in that
Except...no, I cannot
Except...the moon seems so close
even more when in your eyes
the yearning, sencerity, the lust
I cannot continue
I cannot try more
I cannot take u
I cannot, yet I must