No, hope, could not find a way out of everything.

It is sad but you ended it with a bang. I love that you used the word stardust!
Even though she was tortured, you made her sparkle at the end.
Well done!

Powerfully penned, Tim. Not every write has a happily ever after. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tim, this was softly explosive. Like a dream that comes true in a dark and sad way. Exquisitely written my friend.

John

This is heartbreaking. Never to return to the one you love.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Excellent storytelling my friend. Some never learn it seems. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous. Powerful work, my friend.

Please excuse this late response to your heart-warming and otherwise encouraging review comments for which I am seriously very grateful .. Kind regards and wishing you and yours all the very best of All Good Things, Neville 😎🌻👍

War is not for lovers, nor for any real human… Unfortunately even when you don’t want to fight, sometimes there is no other option. sadly… it’s the people who get the bad consequence while the ones in power stay in power, greed… greed and more greed… their ego seems never to be filled, and I don’t believe these kind of people will learn anything, because they don’t look to this as “mistake”. Still, good peaceful coffee morning ☕☕ dearest Neville ✨🌻

Of course, You are absolutely right & I know no one who know this for real more than You .. I am raising my extra large mug of strongest black coffee to You write now my dearest G .. 😎💛🌻⭐🌟☕☕👍

Sounds rough and sad to me at the same time.

Well now, Benjamin 🍷

Here, in this gobsmacking piece, is the exact point of issue I was making when you mentioned being “an undisciplined Free Verse poet” … there’s nothing about this poem but an excellent use of skillful poetic devices to command the reader to halt, proceed, imagine, and “feel” every moment, twist, turn, and diversion into your wondrously rendered world of abstract, mind-bending ambiguation, and I say this while sitting here bulge-eyed and jaw-dropped, not only from your phantasmagorical diction of verbosity, but how you’ve used white-space to create mood and imagery, while capturing and holding your readers’ spellbound attention.

Sheesh, M’Friend, it’ll take awhile to shake this one from my consciousness!
Good, really GOOD stuff, Syr Poet! Thanks for the rare experience! ⁓ Richard🖌

Powerful work. I felt this to the core of me.

This is a very beautiful work, my friend. I love your, “unruly midnight moon,” and there are so many other lines that touched me deeply; if I tried to mention them here I might as well write every line.

Someone told me that to describe the feelings within shadow was a testament to writing good poetry. I don’t know about that, but I admit, I love this poem, the flow of it, and that you saw and felt it is warmly appreciated. I knew an artist friend who drew scenes in pencil. She had one piece, a landscape, done in black pencil that I swear when you looked at it deeply, you could see blue streaks flow in it. Some of that experience of seeing this piece of art is what I tried to capture in this poem and where that line: “…kaleidoscope of greys” came from.

Mary, thank you, your visits and comments mean a lot to me.

FlatDaddy, it thrills me that you were touched by this poem. You might be surprised to know that unruly moon gets really rambunctious at midnight. Then again, we are the same age, so you probably know all about unruly moons. At any rate I truly welcome your visit and thanks for a great comment (and message).