every night, i lie awake in my bed
it always seems like
its too BIG,          too wide      ,        and too empty for me


but it
still
collapses

under the weight of the words
etched in my throat

once more,
the moon glimmers a tad too bright
as it beckons me
to come closer to the edge
to hear its soft lulls and gentle breeze

like a guilty devotee,
i say my woes to the careworn moon.

goodnight, i say, goodnight.

will you carry these wretched pleas
over to the sun?