Life without meaning
cannot be borne.
We find a mission
to which we’re sworn
– or answer the call
of Death’s dark horn.
Without a gleaning
of purpose in life,
we have no vision,
we live in strife,
– or let blood fall
on a suicide knife.
My muse is calling
I must answer once more
to get it all out
my life before.
To live
To Laugh
To Love,
that can’t be all.
I must go
Answer the call.
before I slip
Before I fall
It’s three in the morning
and again
I must write.
Before my tired body
lets me rest
for the night.
The coyotes are howling
out my window fore
sending chills down my spine
down to the floor.
so I better say goodnight
and make sure my cat is at the door.
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 