jason medina

Rookie - 230 Points (5/9/92 / Greeley, Colorado)

You Are Not The Moon - Poem by jason medina

The night lies.
And here we have I
Crawling through the street.
On my hands and on my knees
My state of mind both drunk and very high

I am Crawling
and then I see a light
It has broken through night
And It shines down for me
so bright to help me see

Watching over me
this light is mine to keep.
It knows I have been alone.
It comes to give me a home.

"Its you", I whisper.
The light of the moon
My dearest friend coming to me
Coming in my hour of need.
I crawl closer desperetly trying to come within its reach.

Tears of relief,
Tears of peace
both stream down my face.
I know I will be leaving this place.
My heart races
I can not wait

But as I draw closer;
the tears of joy are taken from my eyes.
A shattering realization towers before my sight.
And I begin to have this awful feeling in my stomach
A great big hole inside.
The kind you feel when hope has died

It was not the moon.

"No" I whisperer as I cry
"No" I whisper as I realize.
It was only a street light.


I keep moving forward though
I know no place else to go.


Still on my hands and on my knees.
I crawl close to the light and I cry,
"You are not the moon."
I reach the street light.
I pull close and I hold tight
and I cry,
"You are not the moon"
I pull closer and I hold tighter
and I cry,
"You are not the moon."
...You are not the moon.

Topic(s) of this poem: longing, moon


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 11, 2017

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 9, 2019


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