• Moonlight

    Low on the horizon,
    Yet soaring above the highest of mountaintops,
    The moon is a pearl;
    Its ominous and mystifying glow
    Hypnotizing through the scattered clouds
    Looming silently with the cool winds above.

    The moon’s golden luminescence
    Carves the features of its neighboring clouds.
    Its enormity, astounding.
    Its hypnotic glow, spellbinding.
    Yet somehow, the perfection of its blissful night serenade
    Reveals an unknown depression from deep within the gates of my heart.

    None of my reasoning can apprehend,
    Nor interpret this curious anomaly.
    For I am frozen in spirit and in mind in this moment in time;
    A moment of misery and pain continuing forever,
    Unexplainable by every state of consciousness.
    For as the faint reflection of the moon lightens the night sky, it destroys all hope.

    I am incapable of moving,
    As the moon’s dark magics flow through my veins.
    Like a drug
    It holds me in place.
    I am unable to save myself,
    As a moth is unable to resist the glow of the flames as it flies to its tragic death.

    My only ability is to stand there,
    The harsh winds biting at my dreary soul,
    While in contradiction the moon burns holes through my heart
    As I stand freezing on this night of mystic beauty
    On the deserted road;
    Forever forgotten and harshly used.

    Its surface eroded,
    The unpaved road made of coarse gravel reminds me of myself
    As I stand there in excruciating pain.
    Held by the moon, hypnotized and unknowing;
    Like a deer in the headlights of the speeding car.

    I stand on the empathetic road,
    Being slowly eaten alive
    By the burning hypnosis of the moon’s cold glare,
    And by the winds that saw at my bare flesh, cleverly disguising my true self;
    For I am the moon,
    And I am the wind.

    I am my own worst enemy,
    Slowly killing off my state of being.
    For we all have a darker side,
    Eventually causing us the pain we so often experience.
    We all dig our own graves,
    That few can escape.

    I continue digging my grave deeper and deeper,
    Faster and faster.
    I frantically search for light,
    But I live in darkness.
    I try to escape my bottomless pit of sorrow,
    But I cannot.

    I claw my way up the sides of my hole,
    Only to plummet deeper and deeper with each attempt I make.
    I am trapped here and left to bleed it out;
    To die in misery.
    I have only myself to blame as I trapped myself in the pits of hell,
    And I am left here helplessly, forever forgotten, in the laughing light of the moon.