Talking to the Moon

The Story Behind the Lines
I was inspired to write this poem one night when i was sitting all bored, gazing at the moon's beauty and thought of the idea of writing about my conversations that i had with the moon when i was missing someone at some point in time, someone who has been my muse for most of my poems. The poem is about the conversations that some of the people's hold with the moon because after silence, it is their only friend to talk and share the feelings, hoping that on the other side someone is listening to our story and maybe it's the person we're longing for.

Talking to the Moon

in my periphery, a messenger arrive

carrying the sadness and the news of goodbye

“the roses you sent out died on their way before they could bloom

the dreams you planted were set on fire by the demons you fought”

now walking alone on the empty streets at night
staring at the moon wondering if you’re looking at it too?
i would talk to moon thinking you’re hearing on the other side
beyond the seas, you were still close to me

What this poem means to me?
This poem is a reflection of my feelings that i felt at some point in time when i would just be reeling at night because my nights were covered in memories that haunted my existence because the feeling of missing someone who was dear to your heart is very torturous. I wrote this about a time when i didn't knew what happened and in a matter of time everything that was build step by step shattered like a sand castle made with the beach sand and this can be implied easily in one of the most common yet sometime very complex relationship called friendship. You can go argue with the wall if you tell me that "friendship break" ain't that hard.
The lines that speak to me the most is "dreams you planted were set on fire by the demons you fought" because this ain't just about losing a friend, in this line it is also about the feeling of not getting success in what you worked for, things you dreamed of but the dreams you had were set on fire by the demons, the doubts, the judgement of peoples and ill talking about you. You failed to win the war and let your demons rule your mind.
The feeling of loneliness, sadness, sorrow, combined with the feeling of love makes this poem more like a reflection on a period when someone is at their low, hoping that someday they will smile again.

What do you think?
missing someone is a universal feeling and i don't think there's anyone in this whole world who doesn't live with the pain of missing someone who is dear to their life but is no longer with them. if you ever felt like this, i wanna know your story. have you ever felt like that? comment and let me know!