Poems for the Lost

night changes

when the night changes to day

everyone might say

"goodmorning" not thinking, just a natural way.

but some know that when the night changes,

the sun goes and arranges...

all the fake smiles as it sets itself up in the sky and exchanges

it's place with the moon

who smiles at the sun at noon,

listening to the wind whistle it's favorite tune.

The sun listens to all the music,

as the people give the illusion

that everything's okay.

they are just waiting for the night so they do not fade away...

from the promises they made to always seem great.

they wait for the night when all that's left is weight.

weight of the world, their bodies, their insecurities...

everyone pointing out their vulnerabilities...

the night being the only place they can actually break

the time the hearts of people truly ache...

while they all lie awake

trying to forget about all the heartbreaks.

the moon rises when these people need it the most

and the moon watches tears fall from coast to coast

all while they are having an unhealthy dose

of the world and its pain.

or is it just all in their brain?

the insecurities, the vulnerabilities, the heartbreak, the emotional strain...

did they imagine it all during the day and when night comes they pay?

when their blue skies turn grey

and the sun fades away...

that is when sound minds run astray.

but when the skies go blue 

and the sun goes down on cue...

that is truly when the night changes.