Mad Monsters Poetry Book Part 1

The first poem from my horror poetry book.

Full Moon Poverty

There was a day, not long ago,  

When I wore a suit of prosperity,  

A coat stitched with silver threads of certainty,  

In a world that hummed with quiet lies.  

But the moon rose, didn't it?  

Full with the truth,  

Pulling at my suit,  

Until the threads unraveled,  

And I howled my resignation to the night.

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