The Crescent Moon

Walking the path I never expected
The silence creeps every step
I’m facing him soon but I look up
At the Crescent Moon

You could say I deserved this but
You’d be wrong and that’s also true
Actions like a loon still looking up
At the Crescent Moon

My handcuffs hurt my wrist but
It’s not the first time I’ve had em on, but
I forgot them cause I was looking
At the Crescent Moon

It’s crazy cause that son of bitch deserved it
You can’t mess with me and expect me not to destroy you
Now you’re in a casket and I’m walking this green mile, staring, for the last time
At the Crescent Moon

#PoetryChallenge Day 2

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