I don't usually write in free verse, but I love to read free verse; so I gave it a try, and hopefully it's something I improve at.
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There are horrifying days which make me understand
The endless grimace of the man in the moon
Because, I think,
If you had to witness humanity's hideous reality
Through every grief-laden age of its existence
Wouldn't you also groan in infinite agony?
But there are other days
Beautiful ones
When the moon shines full
And my heart hopes