The Moon Poem by Khaos Dven

I look at the moons beam, can you fathom what its seen? Mugs, drugs, thugs, hugs, kisses, instances of violence and romance. Not many people get the chance to wonder, and hear the roar of the thunder. The face in the moon is not a man or a woman, but a reflection. A recollection of your soul, wether it be broken or whole. I look at the moon and wonder what secrets it has had to hold, never been told, acts of violent rage, with a 12 guage shotgun. I wonder if the moons longs for the sun. If the moon could, would it leave this hell and run? Why does everyone assume its the moons natural gravity to pull the waves of the ocean? Maybe the moon wishes it could touch and feel the motion of the water. Maybe the moon wishes it could quit becuase its always getting harder, so many depend on the moon and the weight must be hurtful, Maybe one day the moon will leave and smile upon something beutiful...