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
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2024
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