There is no moon tonight
She asks permission tonight to go out for a while
To get some fresh air
She feels her lungs flatten like a damaged tire
I take a peek to the dark skies by the window
It is so dark tonight the trees look like ghosts
The road appears like a black inkblot
That you can read through different interpretations
i look at her face with so much pity
She really needs air she takes the look of a ghost
i don’t doubt it she belongs to the dark now
And to darkness she longs to darkness she likes to live
There is no moon tonight that may be nosy about
Her own personal misery, only the night wind can comfort her
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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