Blood Moon
We're born with puffy marshmallow hearts
naïve -gently beating
absorbing everything
no filter- no expectations.
Then slowly and somewhat coldly
{with its many trap doors
dead ends
potholes and ice pic devils}
life chisels away at the marshmallow hearted.
Until it becomes like Michaelangelo marble.
Smooth-lean well defined- so very cold
No longer naïve -no longer absorbing
No longer beating
a cold - lonely blood moon
chasing the shadow
of its birth.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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