The Moya View

Tag: meaninglessness

  • Facing the Stars

    I see the starsand feel I don’t exist,that my grief is the only thing that has meaning. The grief that welcomes my own eulogy, reading my headstonein the decaying light,reminding me that I am mortal and must die,dissolve to indistinguishable dust and dirt, a man, an, a.The glowing cheeks of my parentsjust another flaw among…