Letter: Under the Moon..

*Latanya sits high up in the darkness of the rafters, crying and wishing in despair of what is now lost. She drops a paper and watches as it slowly drifts to the ground like love, reading these words:*

Under the Moon..

She tries to hold back all of her tears,
That have increased over the years.
The Day for them came too soon,
So she cried for him under the moon.

He won't return again, so what purpose is this life?
Nothing but an endless and painful strife.
She tries to hold her chin up high,
But always returns to asking. "Why, oh why?!"

What now should she do?
Could she end her life right here too?
Should she hold him dear to her heart still,
Even though it causes screams of shrill?

She's all alone now with no one to love her.
No more cuddles and hugs to comfort life's stir,
All because The Day came too soon.
So forever the wind cry her cries, for him under the moon.

In blood and heartache..
-Latanya Fereshteh Krylov

Death is my wish.. So grant it before I commit to it myself..