Causing Intense Pain

Clouds had veiled 
the waning sun. 
A topaz. 

A blast, 
becomes quite blasé at first 
then becomes green. 

With envy, the moon 
gives no light. 
My faith tumbles. 

Sometimes I ask myself. 
Why did you cover 
your sore spots? 

As a perfect pretext 
of buying peace 
why did you go for the lies?