The Moon and Me

Luminescent sadness Orb of melancholy woes Darkness holds me close A child in dreary bedclothes. The moon a somber mirror Troubled nights in its reflection Standing under a mournful tree Its branches cry in my direction. Bleeding condensation Its tears echoing my pain My purity no longer exists What did he have to gain? My celestial friend watches Telling me I’m not alone Despite the agony of home This is the only peace I’ve known.