Tonight the moon though twice
its size is sombre, dreary, dour
and just like that I felt a heavy
sensation that was full of angst-
I sat there as it slowly consumed
what little brightness was left and
then bruised my soul.
In desolation I stare at the streets
where a thousand die unpraised
veiling their hurt with gentle smiles.
Perhaps this was what it felt like to
be afraid, I thought as wind outside
struggled with branches.
And if we were allowed the option,
would we read life’s rough-hewn
chapter until the very end?
It was then that I was certain, that
if one desired to experience world,
would need to embark on myriad
phases and that moon is an image
of lone musings.
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