The Moon

Screaming, screaming at the moon. So big and blue in the sky, I step onto the balcony ledge. The moon a trapped soul like my own. Walk forwards it urges me. Drop into nothing, your on the brink of breaking. The moon urging me to die, so that I can join him in the sky. My feet shuffle towards that moon, but I feel arms around me now. No he whispers, he wont let go. I feel my body straining, trying to take one more step. He pulls me back from the depth. My reason. There never was a reason before today, I always hoped in the ground my corpse soon would lay. Wanted to join that moon so bright, wanted my soul to take an endless flight. My reason. Thank you.