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Originally posted by EternalAlien
Crying Moon
Wispy trails of smoke ascend skyward
Eyes closed against the blinding darkness
Firey embers fall like grey feathers
Upon the ebbing chambers of blood
Following a thin, twisted thread
Into blackened uncharted waters
The lights flickering rhythmically
A kolidoscope of damp blues
Clear and stinging liquid charges forth
As knife wounds stab and cut deep
A journey through the fallen past
In a time machine built for one
Experience traced back to fruition
Running through with a fine-toothed comb
Finding chunks of misery caught
And determining the errors of deeds
A faint whispery hum emerges forth
Failed lulabyes falling upon deaf ears
Serving only to further awaken and feed
The demon that's caged and locked within
No peace is found in this dark slumber
A hibernation for devils and ghosts
Feasting upon conviction, virtue, and moral
Leaving the host frail, shattered, and broken
So here I sit all by my very lonesome
At the very edge of a twisted reality
Wispy trails of smoke ascend skyward
As I pay homage to a crying moon
Thanks, that is one of my favorite pieces and this one you wrote is exceptional. I love the image of the crying moon; it really strikes a cold chord with me. Pulls me back to when I struggled with my addictions and lost two of my good friends to suicide. Good poetry is hard to come by in this day and age, but I'm always glad to share my stuff with other poets. Again well done, I hope I can read more of your stuff sometime. Here is another one of mine, I wrote it today...