Moonlight

On this night I'm in fright,

Yet the darkness is at bay,

For the shadows are lifted by moonlight.

Normally hidden by the day,

 

But now on the move,

I shall follow,

Without disapproval and everything to prove,

Even if i become hollow.

 

Yes the moonlight hides pain,

My wrists bloodstained and weak,

realizing its all in vane,

The truth I must seek,

 

As I start to hate,

The moonlight reveals the gates of fate.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741