Heaven's Poems

Day of Moon

The hourglass is running out of sand

And my pillow is tired

I try to move even though I know I can't

And there's no point in trying

The clouds they travel far

Are you running away from me

I no longer know where you are

And it feels so hard to breathe

My hope from behind these bars

Will you ever come back to me

Even though I'll stay locked up

But in my head you set me free

Though God gave me the stars

I still lost my way

And my feet mindlessly start

To walk me to my grave

Now I further understand

Why they hate the day of moon

For this day now holds my hand

And guides me to my doom

5/8/21