Where is the Moon

By Bradley Leipego

Once upon a time I was the richest man
Riches bulged in my breast pocket

Wealth was written on my face
Radiating as I walked the room

Once upon a time I owned the moon
My very own moon

I feared nothing because I had my moon
Not even wraiths that lurked in the room

My moon kept me safe. Always. But
My pocket has holes, and my moon fell through

Someone picked her up. I know not who
Now she protects another. I know not who

I sit alone in the room, scared
The wraiths are plotting my doom

I cry out to the heavens
Oh, where is my moon?

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Bradley Leipego, a student of English at the University of Botswana, is an aspiring writer from Hukuntsi village in Botswana. He writes poetry and short stories that explore themes of self discovery, love, diversity and grief. Influenced by his father, a former fine artist and retired art teacher, Bradley has always taken to the arts in order to express himself. This is his first attempt at sharing his writing with an audience as he hopes to advance his journey of personal growth.