The Moon’s Other Face

November 16, 2021

By BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois

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I’ve seen better days before the iron on my ring had started to rust,

when pastures were greener and the soil was more fertile

I saw a world, a blue marble in space

now I see the wrinkles in your face, mine too

I’m barely thirty two but I look older

My sprit’s grown cold and my heart numb

The beat of it like a drum

But it gets quieter day by day

The pulse gets slower

And the night feels longer

The mood is somber

The rhymes slowly fade

as does the day

The light in your eyes persist though.

Your body looks old,

but yours eyes

the key to the soul

They glimmer with life

They’re still willing to put up a fight

Your spirit unlike mine roams freely

it runs faster than the wind

and like a flower your heart blooms

whilst mine runs towards doom

But you give me hope

In this time of despair and darkness

You are the light that shines through the cracks.

The the tool that helps when my strings become slack

The author's comments:

This poem tells about someone who is in despair, yet finds hope in someone who they love and is very different from them.

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