Juxtaposed

Admittedly this post has been written a year ago, but to keep this sleepy blog alive, here it goes: 

The Moon is ageing in descent

Withering from a full circle into a undying crescent

The night is borne old and fangled

Rising, as the day eats into the night mangled

Stealing the dearth of the dark, dreamily

I lay awake breathing life into me icily

Every waking moment full of treason

Within, I search for an eluding reason.

Ex Oh

W.W

P.S: Thank you to everyone who reminded me of the blog ! I tend to drift away sometimes !