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Blue Has Turned Black

A poem

By Moon DesertPublished 4 years ago Updated 10 months ago 1 min read
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You didn’t have time

to converse with me

giving me a quarter of an hour

to speak

my mind and heart

*

I felt like I was on death row

ready to be shot

You said you had to go

I thought then that it would not happen again

yet

it was the same whenever

you were worried about yourself and your family

I was left out of the circle of gallantry

*

You didn’t have to pretend

when we met

that you like reading, music, movies

I thought you were close to me

I was wrong, so forgive me

that I’ll call you a coward

a phoney, a piece of sh**

*

How could you possibly think

mentioning my intelligence

all the time

that I will not figure it out

what was going on behind my back?

*

How could you lie and smile the next minute?

Always ready to jump to the plane

to your homeland

to plan

your future

fortified and fornicated by your wife

*

F**k you and her lovers then

Now you have them every day

So, I’m not needed, I never was

Blue became black

So, it was

just joke

which spoke

at the wrong time, I suppose

-

3 December 2021

revised on 6 February 2022

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Thank you for reading!

sad poetry

About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

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Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

Where the wild roses grow full of words...

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