The Moon
Frustrated
In a labyrinth with no way out
Guessing where to turn
Just by the feel of walls
Hesitating
And the movements get more intense.
We seem to be fixed,
Filled with concrete grass
Shadows stretch and twist along the ground
Whispers crawl like threads into my mind
And every step feels heavier than the last one
Moon sees my steps and reads my soul
Turns over pages as the chapters
Of something untold
To lie along
And breathe the same way
If only there’s someone to burn the light and path I own
The corridors bend without warning,
Their lines disappearing into the dark.
And the cold settles into my skin.
Somewhere ahead,
Something hums — and I feel the end.
Like it barely knows my name,
Like a moth drawn into the flame
Moon sees my steps and reads my soul
Turns over pages as the chapters
Of something untold
To lie along
And breathe the same way
If only there’s someone to burn the light and path I own
This empty night,
at 3 a.m. —
gray smears
flow in a shade of eyes.
and still —
the breath feels tight.
a glance —
the mirror pulls me back.
past drifts
like a straw on quiet tide.
I reached —
but only touched the ash
of dreams
I couldn’t let survive.
a flick —
the room lit up in white.
Moon sees my steps and reads my soul
Turns over pages as the chapters
Of something untold
To lie along
And breathe the same way
If only there’s someone to burn the light and path I own
