I stabbed the moon to watch it bleed
Because it mocks me with its glow,
The way it shines for all to see;
Does it feel pain? I burned to know.
I flew up into space one night,
A blazing sword within my hand,
And thrust it deep without a fight
Into the dusty, barren land.
And when I saw the blood flow free
Along the craters of its face,
I felt ashamed, and tenderly,
I gave the moon a cold embrace.
For I'm a shadow with no light,
I'm lost within the darkness too,
And now the moon, no longer bright,
Could also feel the pain I knew.
There is also so much sadness here, of a revenge due to immense pain and untended hurt...the tendency to lash out or become same to, the unloving one, who brought heartache to life...just a thought...Gio
Sonya, I saw this earlier today before logged on and your impressions stayed with me. Had to hunt for your poem tonight to reread and save. Something very intriguing about this gem, so human and Real! ! ! I applaud it's raw honesty and your unique writing. Thank you in more than 10+++++s of #s...Bravo! Gio
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb.... there are no other words that I can think of to describe the feeling after reading your poem.