Unyielding

Sexism was chasing a 
gibbous moon whole night. 
I ask the virtuous dark, 
will you be a hangman? 

Targeted love was a bliss 
for a dying man. You need 
to walk on a fine line to 
attain the liberation. 

Despite the coveted prize, 
killing was more convenient. 
There hangs a tale, you 
cannot play the tune again. 

Without the hyphen, the 
other side becomes blue. 
A belief starts the tremors 
in the sleeves of a headless moon.

Reviews

[NotAboutMe]

I really like this style. There is always a fine line between senseless gibberish and meaningful prose. Your words seem carefully chosen vs haphazardly throw together. Even when they're not understood; a much deeper meaning is obviously apparent.

[Tazeen Ahmed]

the description is quite mesmerizing
really enjoyed!

keep writing :)