When Moons Collide
Poetry
To the night I cry,
Cloak me in darkness
So I may move invisibly through the crowd.
Conceal my true feelings for I fear the seeds of despair may grow —
Ambivalence be my friend?
Tomorrow should never be,
All worlds end and the moon collides with the stars in the heavens.
My life seen from afar is, but, the ember of grey ash-covered soot
Spent, an observer of a life dreamt but never realized.
The years are cloud formations in the sky.
Dark, I am the shadows that crawl upon and overtake me.
Death knocks at my door.
I implore, promise release from this endless bind, these imagined realities; this coil bared and twisted around my mind ceases to go away.
Let me go before the day breaks.
Leave me not with self-loathing.
Existence! mocks me,
Before me, the barren plain stretches past the endless horizon.
The deceit: I make a stand believing that my destination is yonder,
But — alas, it is always out of reach.
The sand dunes all look the same.
I pray for an end to this catharses paralysis, some armistice to end this fear of wanton rejection.
The dark rose always blooms in my heart — the thorns embedded in the flesh would tear me apart should I breathe.
I seek an end without pain, I plea not to succumb to natures game,
To bear fruits without the prerequisite labour implied.
Neither in life nor death shall I attain peace.
How is it I feel the colours of the earth and not find fulfilment within myself?
