The Moon Is Blue
The moon has eclipsed my face
Expressions lost upon the relevancy
Of each personal strife that I encounter
Bleeding throughout my tender heart
Hurting though the moon is blue
…not red
And it covers my face with precision
Loving nature comes forward
But helps nothing, and my heartache
I feel so alone, through the tears
The fountain depicted of pain
Shouting over the noise
Of the whistle
Cat call
Storming around
And allowing the rain
To wash away nothing but
The tears that flow so strongly
Master and slave await their orders
Both enticed
By their loss of
What to become between their own selves
Their identity
I feel the wolves running
Coming with ferociousness
As they are hungry to eat flesh
A truth self-enticing towards nothing
Noted upon the moons face
But the blueness
Of its cold
Loss
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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