Artist: John Hartigan
Hartigan Photography

The Deadly Moon 
By: JoAnna Martin

Alone in the dark
in a world full of pain,
searching for a soul,
nothing to gain.
I listen to my empty heart echo
as it beats.
No one is left
to hear me scream.
The trees are dead, 
the river is dry,
the mountains are dust,
clouds no longer cry.
Always alone. 
Always in tears.
Always suffering 
from irrational fears.
No one to help me, 
I look to the sky, 
The deadly moon tells 
I  must say good-bye.



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