cacophony | a poetry book

lunar lament

the moon holds me in her arms
as i'm tightly tucked in, under the covers.
she whispers in my ear and sings me a lullaby
that i have fallen much too familiar with.
the ceiling fan croaks from above,
the floorboards creak, soft and lonely.
what once was pure silence
is now drowned out by every little noise,
and i've seem to forgotten that sweet,
sweet melody.
the sheep have all fled the scene
and i'm still here, under the covers,
waiting for the moon to save me with her song.

- gianna marie.