Waning Moon and Blazing Sun

My days and nights merge strangely into one The waning moon transforms to blazing sun, and time no longer means a single thing My sanity has flown on tempter's wing I see the world in muted shades of grey My words get tangled up each time I pray My thoughts are lost inside an endless maze I walk from room to room in silent daze The meaning of existence murky still No dogma and no creed the void can fill There's only Christ; the rest is circumstance That afterlife exists, I'll take the chance I count the moments of each passing day, and try to make it through them, come what may They say its darkest just before the dawn Before the sun appears, my hope is gone This world, this place, this room is just a tomb I lie enshrouded here in cloths of gloom Oblivion will keep me company Till resurrection day, don't look for me. Eileen Manassian Ghali