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TaJuan is an aspiring writer hoping to gain experience and growth through publishing passionate works, like this one, online for the world.

I stumbled to my porch,

Mind scorched

By the drugs

I then heard a voice

A voice similar

But peculiar-ly


From my own

A voice


Without choice

Told me to

"Follow the moon."

I was confused

Until I used

My squinted vision

To embrace the moon’s beauty

Shining brightly

When the stars refused

How could I choose

Any other path

other than to

Follow the moon.

Such a strange feeling

This allurement

No words

No deterrence

Just a dance

Between my eyes

And the prize

In a trance

All smiles, with dimples

No musings

For the goal was simple

Follow the moon.


The hypnosis began to wear off

Paranoia took its place

The trees

Usually filled with grace

Look contorted and demonic


My eyes moved at supersonic



Someone save me

But trust

I had zero

There were no heroes

Only villains

For everyone must

Be after me

The plastered me

Who no longer wanted to

Follow the moon.

I just wanted to go home.

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