Shadow Over The Moon Poem by Genevieve Lilith Vesta

I awakened in the chilly, somber morning.
I am disheartened.
My recollection of yesterday
weighs heavily on my conscious.
How can I get by?
I gradually walked through the day,
nothing much to say.
My heart has grown bitter.
My love is no longer defined.
How can it be?
I told you last night.
There’s no more I can do.
My soul has perished.
I cannot exist.
The days go by a blur.
My words are only a whisper.
Beneath the darkened moon,
I will be departing soon.
Think of me when it’s light.
Think of me tonight.
Can you forgive me?