When darkness falls
and I'm staring at the moon,
I wonder if anyone like me
stares in the same direction.
The moments when I sit down,
surrounded by five candles,
enlightened by the moon,
continue to confuse me.
I long for an escape,
another way to live,
or maybe to leave my life,
to get beyond this mess.
As the moon steadily shines,
my thoughts are flickering,
for the pressures of life
are taking a grask for my thoath.
Breathing grows harder,
still I can't get her out
and I know she fills my head,
but I remain unable to reach her...