Moon Poem by Keith Sly Simpson

So pale
It looked today
Of a sad countenance
That portrayed only
Grotesque memories.
The moon of the night
Not so bright
I see it's spots of hits
And blows.
So cold it seems
And so lonely.
No love would compare itself
To him today.
It is defeated and full
Low and lonely.
I smile for its full
Formation
And sigh for its intended sadness.
Only he's standing
Without hiding behind
Only he's is still complete
No matter if lonely.
It will shine in a light of appreciation
And look it just did.