Strawberry moon

Zaeli

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

  • Author: Azile onurb (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 24th, 2024 21:01
  • 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
  • Category: Reflection
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