I had fallen asleep but I must awaken as
there is a hunger in my gut.
I am deeply disturbed and need to go for a walk
to breathe in and breathe out.
I need to see the moon in the sky:
a jagged soul from within
like the moon on the night that the darkness falls.
A body that illuminates the soul and dreams.
A soul that cares, a soul that dreams.
A soul that will not take pleasure in blood.
A soul that hates.
A dark soul, a soul of sin.
A soul that soothes the soul.
A body filled with dreams and a mind that needs air.
A soul that dreams of black diamond moons.
A man created the sun inside her
and his hands were beautiful.
She was a woman with blood dripping on her thighs.
She was a woman with dark blue eyes that were masked by tears;
a woman who smiled in ecstasy and as child
that was hollow.
A woman with a young soul and a tormented mind.
A woman made of air, like the moon.
:: 03.07.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 