(It's been a while since I've written poetry so I could use some help.)
Loss is difficult,
no one said it would be easy.
fading of mind
and body,
can have severe consequences.
The light in the sky is gone,
what have I done?
I've been blinded
by my own actions.
With a gun in hand,
I pulled the trigger.
Black sky above,
shadowless night.
Not a star to be seen
upon the endless void.
Only blackness
to my eye.
Red light shines through
revealing death and destruction.
They all died by my hand.
Blood has been spilled,
when the red moon rises.
(Maybe this makes it better?)
