By starlight do I share with the moon my woes,
For 'tis only the moon who understands,
Night is cool, quiet, calm, with soft breeze ablow.
At times I run dry of what this World demands,
My capacity, pushed to its limit,
Gone, the strength of the mask which was once there
and allow my true feelings to emit,
To the moon I turn to find silent ears,
She hears, listens yet shares no opinion.
Although her silence may not be of much help,
One seems to find oneself in the dark night,
Strolling across once familiar pathways,
Thinking of problems and how to make them right,
Why now, does it have to end with a no?
How is't that even though I try, I fail?
Is it a must that he and she must go?
Have all my efforts been to no avail?
Questions left unanswered but then no, not quite,
Complexity, simplicity, the same,
Will all be answered by you yourself, this night?
Well, you decide but only time can tell...
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I wrote this poem quite a while ago. It was during one of those dark times during my life. I found inspiration to write. Oddly enough the inspiration to write came in spurts. I stopped after the first stanza and didn't complete the poem until about 2 to 3 months later.
