What is worse than knowing
That the Moon shines brightly overhead
And yet, I sit here overthinking
Could only imagine it in my head?
When the night clouds are illuminated
But my window frames no light
The heavenly bodies out of sight
And in my mind, a bundle of fright
Deep sadness creeps up the night
Even when a lone star did shine
My focus refused to rhyme
As lightning strikes with dread
And yet, and yet, the Moon shines overhead.
