I used to look up to you
Praise you as the evening star
Bow on my hands and knees
As you lit the darkness i lived in
I still don’t know why it’s called a blood moon
Maybe because when i see you
My wounds begin to weep
As though they never closed
Or because my heart races
When i think of how you left
And as the sound rushes past my ears
All i can do is look up to steady myself
The night has heard all that i could ever say
And says more than i can comprehend
Because while i was basking in its light
I never saw it wasn’t shining for me
So maybe it’s the moon that bleeds
In a way that it’ll never tell
And the stars that litter the darkness
Are puncture wounds unhealed
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Author:
Stained Creativity (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Beautiful Lines!!
I hear deep sadness over loss in this poem that calls out of the darkness. That blood moon is not always seen for it is more often white or yellow rather than red and so is life also. Nicely done
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