Eugene S.

Driven by the Moon

Cold is what I feel
In my muted existence
Why does that comfort me

It is quiet for sure
When you hide yourself
In the shadows of the world

Observing it all
Through a night time veil
Lunacy is prescribed

To live so subtly
Diminished to all
Who live in starkness

Not darkness, you see
Or can you see at all
With that glare in your eyes