I’ll look up to the moonlight
And at the shadow of the leaves on your cheeks
And at the spider’s web
We are weaving with our words and whispers.
I’d stare at the blinking lamp post
And at the feelings going on and off
And the slightest light amidst the dark,
Gently hidden by the shadows and trees.
I’d take a final look at the calm lake
And its serenity defeated by the storm brewing in me,
And the fact that I’d choose to plunge into the deep darkness,
Let go of the tethers that hold me back– I’m ready to drown.