The Pull of the Moon
I look up and feel the pull of the moon,
It’s setting my blood on fire;
My anger burning below my skin,
Temper running higher and higher;
An inexplicable hate is taking domain,
For no reason at all it’s taking control;
The moon is making me insane,
Capturing my very soul;
I feel it in every breath I take,
As the full moon rises overhead;
Every second causes my body to shake
The minutes tic by, filling me with dread,
This pull that I feel I can’t explain,
My subconscious is slowly breaking through;
Filling my essence with hatred and pain,
Imprisoning my heart, skewing my view.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010
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