Sonnet to Myself

The selfish act of idolization

Relates to the evanescent, bright moon.

Autonomous sense of adoration

The beholder of beauty will have soon.

Crevices on the celestial body

Mimic my carved horizontal lines.

The moons flashing incandesce so cocky;

So confident in this shape that is mine.

Despite how beautiful light can be,

A darkness always oververpowers it.

When a blindfold locks and there is no key,

Envisioned defects make me want to quit.

Your alluring desirability

Brings nothing, but pure serendipity.