Night Noise

I sit in the dark

Watching the moon climb its arc.

I listen to the crickets

Deep within the thickets.

A black veil covers me

Its all I can ever see.

I am part of the night

I hope it stays the night.

How do I move on?

With the sun dead and gone

I don't know where I belong

Or where my soul has been all along

I remain dead and buried.

My head has planted the seed.

Still the harder I look to see

The more I cannot be.

I sit in the dark

Watching the moon climb its arc.

I cannot wait to see

If there is a chance of sunlight for me.

Reviews

[kirti]

Your poem is excellent and your writing style is nice.

[Jen Walters]

Thanks for the review