The moon weeps tonight
In place of clouds, tears of blood
Behind every drop is a story_
Untold, only stains remain
With time, no soul pays heed
Trapped in misery
As it’s shrouded, by its own curtains
Never to reveal its dampness
Beyond grief, lies home
Where no one awaits, only memories
Echoes resume
Those of taunted emotions,
Lingering in depths of despair, are threats of silence
Not able to take any shape, remain vulnerable
Moulding its own to escape its chains
With time, it understands
Not one cares, nor one dares
It keeps it all in, exploding within
The bedrock barely holding, it journeys on
To explore that which remains hidden.