Poetry

The maligned, 
bloody moon, 
will never show 
the darkside. 
 
Like 
human nature, 
a theorem, 
unsolved. 
 
* 
 
The fiction 
was incomplete. 
The end, 
was unending. 
 
Blaming 
the punctuation. 
 
* 
 
No 
amnesic stance. 
I wanted to stitch 
The fragmented past. 
 
The tainted 
weeds, will not 
allow the phrase 
to complete. 
 
* 
 
Was there any 
need to catch 
the essence of physical? 
 
The words were 
sufficient to hurt 
the unborn.