The children fade, Swallowed by The abyssal maw overhead, Just waiting for more prey
Oh, how the moon longed for it To be with her sun But deep down, in a sliver of herself The moon never wanted to acknowledge, There was crushing doubt Flooding insecurity Thoughts of how she'd never be bright enough To match the sun she so loved
No matter how loud the scream, No matter how painful, No matter how achingly sorrowful, Not a soul hears my wounded cries I continue screaming into the void
I absolutely love the sound of my kitties running about the house, dashing after various toys, playing with one another, and meowing all the while. Those are such wonderful noises, ones that always brighten my day and make life better. This is a bit of a sad story, but I didn't realize how much I'd miss those noises until my family and I lost Romeo, our senior cat of 17 years.
The last letter she sent, It called you to the lonely place She once called home It spoke of tender love, sacred things, And promises shared