The Moon's Eyes Poem by Nate Carter

Through my window peers, the eyes of the moon,
Its pupils as shadows, dance through my room.
Weightless, sanguine, pure, and carefree,
Moon beams know not sorrow, nor fear gravity.

But my path as of late, is not quite so bright,
Questions, decisions, worry, and fright.
Sleep eludes me, I silently fret,
Befriending loneliness and its comrade regret.

Why have I come here to this place?
Where pain and confusion cover my face?
I did not think my chosen path queer,
The day I set out, full of optimism and cheer.

But life happens, as I did soon learn.
Not much that we have, did we ourselves earn.
An amalgam of choice and chance, our lives are.
And honest mistakes can still leave big scars.

Notwithstanding all this, one thing I do know,
To remain put and to languish, is never to grow.
One chapter must end, and one must begin,
Despite their polite cries, “you are living in sin! ”

Say what they may, it’s meaningless still,
Like Sisyphus, pushing that rock, up a hill.
So forward I plod my outcome uncertain.
Elated, exhausted, in love, and heartbroken.