Unjust Moon Poem by Phil Soar

The waning moon will treat me unjustly now
the horoscope advises not to fall for this trap
my ruling planet plays with my emotions
like a child with a toy
like the wind in a hurricane
and tries to manipulate my day
my nights are restless
the pools of light emitted by this fragile moon
follow in my steps and try to input suggestions
my mind must not be taken by this mystery
and yet I struggle with the mood
my positive side need to secure a win
like a team in need of something special
the moon must lose during this wane
and I must stay sane
or it will treat me unjustly now