Such a beautiful night
The still quiet void
The cold air refreshes my heart.
The city lights block most of the stars
Yet the moon has never been so bright.
Night sky is clear of clouds.
And the moon...
Brings me back to that time...
Why is such beauty wasted
On the memory of you?
Your face, your skin
Glowing in the moonlight.
Ghost of my past
Haunting the present.
Stealing my thoughts.
Why can't I just enjoy the moon?
Instead, it reminds me that
I used to be happy.
I never thought I could stare at the moon,
And curse your name.
Now that the night is ruined...
I guess I'll go to bed.
At least the noise and busy motion
Of the morning rush will drown you out.
You have stolen my moon.
You have stolen my peace of mind.
I'll lock what is left of me away
Deep down from all others.
Someday, I hope to look at the moon
And find myself once more.
But for now, the moon is yours.
Anger?. .not precisely. More of a regret I must say. She has left, the author is heart broken, and still her memories deprive him tranquility. Thus he keeps himself busy to avoid recalling past moments. And the day time noise does not let him have silence, for silence is soothing yet painful. He has a soft corner for her.
You know...this might have been a vent as stated in the title but I felt rage reading it, I felt hurt and sadness . To stir that emotion into another is talent.
Not only the emotions penned were strong, but done with wording that flowed, and screamed out your thoughts. Excellent just brilliant in my opinion..Nominated