The dark of the moon....
A stab in the dark, and innocence lost.
A drift on the currents, tempest tossed.
Lost and confused, anothers will takes control.
This feeling of pain, overhelming my soul.
The moon is well hidden, alone in the dark.
Hoping for another voice, to cause a brief spark.
And winter approaches, it brings a chill bite.
No cure in the future, an end with no respite.
Quietly waiting, listening with tears.
A hope for the future, or the silence of fears.
The sky slowly brightens, and sunshine displays
This journey continues...
...and the night fades away.