La Luna

La Luna

Hearing the phrase
Or seeing its phases
Sear the recollections of all else
The day hides all your pain
But under cover of darkness,
Another side is revealed, to you alone
So, really, what’s the point?
To every light there’s a dark
Not always a calm before the storm
A tortured and impacted witness
Scarred with the age of years
Scaring, bring forth tears and fears
Look to you for guidance, but
You aren’t always there.
When you are gone, all is lost.
When you are fully awake, all is lost.
Only the space in between is normalcy.