When anxiety bites

Or the grip of

depression looms

I stare at the moon

Observing it’s surface

The subtle shades

The patterns caused by

eon old impact craters

Mesmerised by it’s


shimmering light

As I contemplate

my breathing slows

calm comes over me

For the moon’s beauty and radiance

brings tranquility

My Poetry

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Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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