My Moon

They thrive on dead flesh
and they feast on dead bones,
Of their friends.
Then they want back love.
Hilarious.
Right?
While they drink your blood ,
And pierce your heart.
They want you to dance on the
shards.
To the rhythm of them,
shattering your soul.
Not so hilarious.
Right?

And dare you rise ,
they cut your limbs
Without my wings,
I can’t come to you.
Won’t you come to me,
this one time.
Hold me in your warmth,
And heal my bruised heart.
If I cry in thin sheets,
If you see my pain.
You wouldn’t run away,
behind the clouds.
Right ?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful and gentle words shared dear Rifatt.
"I can’t come to you.
Won’t you come to me,
this one time.
Hold me in your warmth,
And heal my bruised heart."
I adored the above lines. We need love to find us. John Donne told us. "We don't find love. Love will find us." Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote