One night
walking with the moon
up in the sky bright
it occurred to me soon
i could not see light
as i had at noon
my thoughts were ablaze
were in a race
felt bitter at the moon's gaze
it did laugh at my loss
my mind rotating in a haze
i blamed Him for giving me less
tears dropped leaving a mark
on recalling how we wonderfully wed
only for everything to turn dark
leaving my eyes red
leaving me lost in the park
all through i followed as she led
if only i could grab death's waist
i could have enjoyed more
but he acted in haste
compelling me to lose the war
my blessing becoming my waste
luck, why did you tell me no?
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