DOOM

If the sun shines at night,
what else will there be to gaze at
when thoughts lay bare under open skies?
What of a soul who holds onto a dream
until the wick dies down?
Every single wish faints, I suppose.
What’s with day getting all the light, anyway?
Is it a torment to the moon?
Or to the dreamer?

© Gheeneil

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