Moon

Poetry, night, illness, illness, illness

In the moon, 

something lurks

it is hidden 

its ears up perked

 

Danger is near

Waiting for you

It knows your fears

Lurking in your dreams

A sudden tear

It hears your thoughts

Watches your breathe move slow

Safety you thought

To have never even known

 

It calls itself 

By many a name

Some call it wealth

Or playing the game

When the cloak falls off

And the lights turn on

I will call it a damn shame

Lampshade revealing

Ever the blame

What do you call it by name?

@ Camile McGregor

 

 

 

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