Moth Attracted To The Light Of Moving On Poem by Enchanting Owl

Am I right to end everything over jealousy?
Am I of sound mind to break the founded chemistry?
I need concrete assurance and stout protection.
Heart and mind are already in disconnection.

The gravity is pulling, and the slope is hurting.
Blood tears cascaded; false promises are diverting.
Unbeknownst to me, a gaping voice is calling.
It's the call for mending and recuperating.

I followed the voice with might, I became enchanted.
Awakened by the truth, prime to be disenchanted.
Preparing to start with an untouched and blank page,
Mustering to break the imperishable cage.

Discernment is a dawn; notion is an aurora.
I do not want to shed more tears and rainbow flora.
Knowing the roots of this deep sorrow is a must.
Move like a hushed gust and put it all in the dust.