Poem: My Life

The setting sun ends my day,

the rising moon starts my night,

my day went eventless,

for my thoughts, were stuck in my past,

hoping not to repeat what I’ve done,

unable to move,

my actions, frozen,

my night comes,

it brings with it my past thoughts,

unable to move on,

my, my, my,

selfishly thinking about myself,

the same thoughts of the past,

always about myself,

unable to move on from me,

my moon watches me,

as I stand still,

frozen,

my sun will rise,

and release me from my state,

with its warm and tender touch,

hopefully,

until then,

I spend my time thinking of myself unable to move on from me.