Nameless

Instead of revenge, give me truth:
your truth with every thing besides
which gives your life colour, & sights
for sore eyes to regret. Forsooth,

I cannot break the pattern, see:
the words they come so easily.
One for sorrow & two for joy;
Three is too much – so is this boy.

Hence nameless still I tread the Earth,
I tread alone the weary Earth
& wait upon the moon to show
a different face that it might glow

a bit for me the less for you,
lest I go cold again & blue.
You trudge onward while far behind
I'm buying time, paying in kind.