What is to be done?
How to make this right?
How does anyone
even sleep at night?
I have screamed.
I have cried.
I have cursed the moon,
wishing I had died…
and I have tried.
And yet…
The sun each day,
it circles ’round,
whether its light
reaches the ground.
And the moon, it doesn’t care
whether the sun is even there,
whether it is white or black
it does not curse us back.
No, the moon, it doesn’t know
that at times it has no glow,
it is not aware of you or me,
it is content to simply be.
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 