Munch's Moon

A frayed nail loneliness hovers there up in the cobalt evening's heaven, screaming Curved like a cat's claw it scrapes the sky down, down, night's batten clouds hover, cover, screaming Some sounds bring only silence, stoke the fear of loneliness within this clay shell, screaming No one's here so who can really hear, tell, of the pain the hang nail moon relates screaming Dixdeux O See About the Poem