The Waning Of The Moonlight

By Shaurya Thakur

Far above,

the moonlight wanes.

My anguish deepens, as I watch the skies above,

with a cutting reproach.

Bothered by the screaming silence of the room,

I’ve set my heart on distraction.

I will conjure daydream material to seek respite from the nightmares,

approaching and at hand; scurrying around the room.

I race my mind to search for the calming presence,

to search for a calming presence in this bleak moment.

All I see is harrowing portrayals of grief.

Faces plunged into despair.

A fool’s errand this search, brings us back to square one.

I take a brief, yet frightful trip back to the sight of the moonlight

pressing my face against the window glass,

Gaze set upon it with a cosmic fury!

One that strikes the fear and pain of a dagger being thrust into the flesh!

I apply more strength, for I believe

even the most gruesome are prone to displays of intense passion.

I keep gazing as if I hope to uncover a secret,

the final solution to my uneasiness.

Alas! The window shudders.

And the curtains produce a loud, rustling hush.

My soul is battered,

as I’m pushed into a cesspool of overwhelming emotions.

The facade of my bravery has been blown to smithereens.

Now cornered, I can hear the wild beating of my heart.

And feel the gunk at the corner of my eye.

A shadow cascades,

engulfing my surroundings, In its tyrannical mayhem.

The darkness becomes darker,

nothing remains.

By Shaurya Thakur