A Peculiar Kind of Pain

Poetry

The moon is my compass, In the dark of night, My soul takes flight. I may seem like I am down and out, But I am never in doubt, The shadows are my guide, The abyss is my home, Like a soothing symphony, I long for its company. Under the moon’s gentle gleam, I find solace, in poignant dreams. Through darkness and doubt, The night’s phantoms are my companions, They are heard yet unseen, Whispering melancholy’s soothing song, It is a bittersweet relief, A fleeting kind of pain, Intertwined with respite’s release, I long for it to leave, Yet I find comfort in the agony, In the abyss, I freely flow.