When the Moon Has Gone

When the Moon Has Gone


Alone, how does the soul let go of pain
While tossing and turning, knowing no sleep
When it runs so deep it touches each vein
When it hurts so much you can’t even weep.
How do you push memories faraway
So they are nothing but a glimpse of thought
Why are these life lessons so seldom taught
When dwelling in visions of yesterday.
Where is the sunlight when the moon has gone
Behind the dark clouds of our darkest fear
Who is there to wipe away the last tear
When it’s over and the living is done
Yet still we remain within mortal hell
Unless we kick back and ring our own bell

© JG Farmer 2014

Form: Burn’s Sonnet

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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