The Night of No Moon

I’ve sat through long nights, long days, too,
wondering if there's life in you.
Wondering if you even exist.
With nothing for company but a blunt fist.

I’ve sat through nights of dreary rain,
With tears of grief and splitting pain.
But the longest night I will ever endure,
is the night of the present, a mystical blur.

Tonight the wind doesn’t moan or whine.
Not the creak of a door, not the river’s soft tune.
The clouds are gone, yet no stars shine.
This night has no moon.

The power is out, yet there is no storm.
Each moment I think that it’s ending soon.
The slightest light would have my mind torn,
for tonight, there is no moon.

Any trace of life must be miles away.
I cry to myself, but no tears fall.
I wonder about you, I curse, I pray.
But tonight there is no moon.