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Moonlight
My change happens at the the stike of midnight
In the eerie moonlight
My minnd changes
Body and spirit
To those who hate me suffer
As I go to the blade
Wind on my mind
Standing on the hill
Feeling the wind
The blade goes in
Blood is Dripping down my arm
Slowly Tearfully the blood flows
The moon glows
But there is the blood dripping off my arm
Is this the end in the moonlight
The cause of my change
Cause of my pain
This should make them guilty
Through the moonlight my blood glows.
It goes through the moonlight
Blood is Dripping down my arm
Slowly Tearfully
The blood flows the moon glows
All my change and suffering through the moonlight
My moonlit Death is slowly and tearfully here
I know exactly how you feel.
This is a great poem.
Thank you for critiquing "The Pain of Loneliness".