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,
National Poetry Month: Day 9
Prompt: Something you’re afraid to write about.
30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.
Love and Ink,