My Midnight Thoughts: Things I Have In Mind, People Don't Know

crescent moon

My calendar days follows lunar phases
Staring up the sky, chasing aesthetics
As the dusk starts to dim, enters evening
I see the crescent moon, appearing
Almost as if it's a new fresh evening
To start over, from the mistakes
I buried over and over again

I frequently searched for the presence of new moon
In the evaluation of another erasing memories for
Patiently waiting for the presence of it
To rebel the bad deeds in my antecedent
A holy month to rectify the hollow ground
I hear the preacher referring his sermon
I dig up with my trencher, fault is found
The truth reflects his sermon that he's right
Maybe I lost a track of time

My pious friend gone behind my past
Where I used to allude all the fuss
In a loss of integrity, the maze locked up
My life is in danger, waiting for aftermath
And in search of another fine crescent moon
I begged for it to come as fast as it could
I knew resentments would last long
I happen to have it bad, long ago before
And in the presence of that
In heals the wound I have
Cages my desires to call the devils
Since they cuffed their hands first

Twenty-nine or thirty days
My prayers were all submitted
Not to be reverent, but trying 
Maybe I'll find it elsewhere
Maybe in the spirit of fasting
From before the dawn 'til sunset
Practices of good utterances
I knew I could uphold it
Even if I lack being ascetic
And when new moon sets
Would you think I'm ready?