Cold Moon Rising

Once again without my lover; a cold moon is soon to be For this I have some tension and anxiety... If only then I knew that here would be a twist, For once there was and now because... gazing at the mist. The moon will keep on rising, stiff my bones become. This weeping soul; I loved that troll, freeze sets in; I'm numb. Will huddle to the morning, alone I'm here and older. From the bites of nippy nights, feeling so much colder. Be still, retrace eternal grace- the nights of making love. So I stir with me you were... the man unworthy of. Thus it will keep rising, as memories return. Once the cold is bitter, maybe then I'll learn. Dear it haunts me truely, my first, my very last. The moon it spun- the damage done; lost love from in the past. Understanding a mere branding, revising such disguising. Never knew I'd be so blue from this cold moon rising. You loved me very much, whilst laying in my bed. For the day- I'll be OK, now think you must be dead. Here it did so take me- again a night of gloom. For me was cold- the love you told reminiscence of thee ruin. Somehow I must escape this; to break the loop of woe. For heavy is the burden, due to weight I tow. So looking at the future, marriage- he's devising. Will he miss the past of bliss, through a cold moon rising... 22/03/19 1. Cold Moon Rising, Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh