Moon not belonging to Common

Weary and exhausted I resist the temptation, of impulsive people as the sun gets a break.

As the emotionless companions engage the mind with a streak.

The darkness falls, where the limbs and mind expect a shutdown.

I lay in my temporary coffin, with the ghastly memory.

The satellites appear in the dark sky, studded by stars and galaxies with a frown.

I gaze at the unfinished tasks that don't have a remedy.

In the middle of the black hole, I swim towards the narrow enlightenment.

The moon of my life sways with her eclipse mood.

The musing about her is my life's solo whitening.

In the pitch dark, where the devil advocates by day and wears purdah in the night I continue the battle with crude.

The shrunken world, with recreation at expense of ruined lives of myriad.

As the ear buds, fail to dispatch me, as the images of her, dawdles like moonlight pumping like a steroid.

   As being, "I" is easier than being "we". The infinity battle continues, in silence as I continue without thee.