The moon

Loved by many

yet remains a lonely soul

partnerless

unlike the glistening stars

twinkling to eachother expressing their deepest desires

Loneliness is the moons curse

forever shining a cast of gloom over the earth

a cast filled with its silver tears

holes in its surface

Remains of how it was torn from its love

a cry of need

from the deepest part of its black surroundings

It expells its loneliness

gasping and screaming for help

by encapsulating the world in its darkness

yet it forever being adjourned

by the waking sunlight

sent back into the shadows

only to be seen once the day passes

only to be heard once the darkness allows it to plee