The Black Moon Poem by Roshaun Beasley

The Black Moon



I look at the bright moon with hatred in my eyes.

My hatred is so powerful, the moon turned black.

It covers the sea in eternal darkness.

The animals violently kill each other for food, since their is darkness.

I put my hands on the ground for the trees cannot grow leaves.

The sea roars violently at the land.

The waves crushes the land and dies poorly.

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