Reign

there are two moons,

in a sunset, no one can see.

he tampered with dying light,

the mouth-breath of creation

and snuffed her soul, squandered

her hopes and dreams. powerless

man, wielding control of

nothing—in the end,

she breathes.

© Grace Black


imageNational Poetry Month: Day 9

 

Prompt: Something you’re afraid to write about.

 

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30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,
Grace

9 thoughts on “Reign

  1. “powerless

    man, wielding control of

    nothing—in the end,”

    Something about this hits hard. Every poem of yours I read, I’m not sure if want to kill myself or smile. The latter? Hopefully. Nice work yet again, Grace.

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