The Moon Rots Poem by Cody O'Hara

The Moon Rots



The closest we can
come to understanding

Is through the lies we tell
ourselves as we cry to sleep

Value, a farce
Worth, a fantasy
Morality, a dream
Life, a cruel game

The stars don't weep
and the moon rots from within

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