Embers in that ashtray
Glow like stars in the nighttime
But the stars smiled
Those embers lost their light
I said that to the moon
The moon listens
The moon is my best friend
The ashes you flick died
The same way it did me
When you would speak
I told that to the moon
The flame of cigarettes made smoke
that devoured your hateful lungs
Your hateful breathe
Your hateful words
I told that to the moon
Your drive to degrade
It hurts still
But the moon always listens
The moon is my best friend
Those drags you took
on your Cigarettes
On My body
On My mind
The moon listen
The moon turns red too
Your false embrace
was never warm
Not like the moons illumination
Not like the stars
And their luminosity
I’d lay there and tell them
But they knew
But you
Oh you
Your words drag through me
Like those cigarettes
One by one
It made me sick
The moon listened
The moon was blue
The moon heard my cries
That ashtray was never empty
But your heart was
I hadn’t any tears left to cry
So the moon sent rain
The moon listens
The moon is my best friend
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Author:
Azile onurb (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem symbolizes abuse Abuse that I as a child endured I used to climb on my roof every night and stargaze for hours and talk up to the sky about what happened and when I felt like I didn’t have anyone else. I felt like the sky always witnessed my life but the nighttime especially because of what would happen during those times
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