Lunar

sophin

I saw against the black abyss:

a waxy moon, thin and wan

against the blaring red streetlights.

 

I think that if

i counted your broken promises

you should hang your head in shame

but my words flutter like the petals

delicate, off a cherry tree,

flurry downward, into your open palm,

escapes before it touches skin,

pushed away by a gentle wind

i think a part of me hates you

in my heart it rains

against the black sky:

a waxy moon, pressed like the

crumbled faded veins

of a flower, the weeping tree

the flickering streetlight goes out.

  • Author: sophin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2022 22:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: I believe I deserve an apology. But I believe I deserve to move on, and I cannot do that if I beg for words you will never give.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 19
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful imagery, nature
    articulating our suffering's, voice..
    thanks for sharing



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