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)
- 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
Comments1
wonderful imagery, nature
articulating our suffering's, voice..
thanks for sharing
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