my muse covered in death
my wistful cry for help
innocence in her eyes
her last words and hug with a embracing smile
promises made and promises fade
8th of november, when moon turned red
the curse would lift but my roses turned black
the great eclipse returned and claimed another laugh
death of me inside
my lover absquatulated me by that time
lost two souls
on and by-
november 8 and another goodbye
two different years but same eclipse
cursed my sky, stole its shine
About this poem
Written on- November 7, 2024
This poem is about two most important people in this poet's life that i had lost on and by November 8, 2022. I believe in astronomy and this poem certainly has ties to the certain events. This is all i can tell you.
