Black Moonlight Poems

Walking alone.
I lift my head and see my friends,
far ahead.
I shout to them.
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Standing in the rain,
blood streams down my face.
Ice water drips off my hair…
my bare arms are blue with cold.
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Black despair dripping downwards,
eyes burning with unshed tears.
Sliver glints in the feeble light.
There’s no way out…
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A round ball of fire sinks lower in the sky,
painting the atmosphere with streaks of crimson and gold.
The colours fade and onlookers turn away from the image in the sky,
shivering as a cold wind penetrates their thin jackets.
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her feet pound the stairs
she climbs higher and higher
loud shouts echo off the cement walls behind her
the girls breath is coming in ragged gasps
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Hundreds of cars
rushing faster then life was meant to be.
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