*
the moon is now.
the night is short.
and i am scared to go out,
because moonlight is deadly
in the month of March.
*
days are uneasy.
clouds do not dare come above this town.
the rain is shunning us,
and the grass, no longer frail and fresh, is dying.
*
i'm scared to go out.
there are men with knives, out there,
men with blood-shot eyes.
the moon's to blame again.
*
the sun is gone.
it's winter now, in May.
the bomb that blew was raw, and silent.
i'm scared again, but it's OK,
because the fate
of nuclear winter is forever.
*
we swallow dust,
we swallow tears.
we sleep alone, we miss the moon.
but then it's good that now, for us,
the month of June,
will be the last month of forever.
YOU ARE READING
Poem/s
Poetrypoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
