The Pale Moon Emerged From Dark Clouds
The pale moon emerged from dark clouds, but I
cared not for its light or beauty it showed.
Grief overwhelmed me, yet I could not cry
though deep in my soul, my tears overflowed.
Oh Moon heretofore whose soft face was veiled:
Like me – had you been enshrouded by gloom?
I see over darkness you have prevailed,
yet here I still stand consumed by my doom.
My doom is in knowing true love has fled.
Beside my dear’s grave, I’ve no words to say.
With dark clouds I will be until I’m dead.
Unlike you, pale Moon, I wither away.
July 21, 2022
For Joseph May's One In Five 2 Poetry Contest
Used line #4 for inspiration: the pale moon emerged from dark clouds
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