The Moon on a Clear Night


In my bed on a clear night,
I gaze at the glowing orb
In the heavens.

"Why is my life so clouded?"
I think as I gaze into the pure glow.
"Why can't it be pure?"

Waiting for an answer
One cannot find,
I lay there on my bed,
The calm of the night capturing me.

"You are so peaceful"
I wisper one last time,
"What is your secret?"

So here I lay,
Tears flowing freely
As I bathe in the pure light,
Praying for my tormented soul.