is the anticipation always better?

Only the moon
Defines our day
With orbit

Only sunshine
Allows our life

Only our ***
Creates our people

Only your love
Made me whole

New moon drifts away
3.87 cenimetres
Each year

The night shall stretch
And die

You left
All at once

Only I cry
I cry
I cry

We all have high hopes
As we step on the wagon
With the band playing
Grab the tail of the dragon

Not really knowing
What we are needing
Where we are going
When we are leaving

Just when we get there, hoping
Not everything's broken

Tripping the light
Of the fandango
What's the big fuss
Why can't we let go

Paying the fair
On what should be free
Instead mostly  care
You about you and me about me

This far into game I was hoping
Everything wasn't broken

Used to we'd all
Come up to the line
The same one we've learned
To step over in time

No matter which side
We all take a beating
With nowhere to hide
In our time of grieving

Either direction, coming or going
Seems these days, everything's broken

My mind over full
Where to restart
My plate staked high
With pain and tears
Long ago I used to have
No plate
My mind full of songs

Imagination change
It can never be as strange as this
Lockdown in the attic
The basement
Even the echoes of the shadows
Show face

I've given up on you
I've forgotten how to italicize
I hope I got it right
I hope

I hope

(By the way, not a part of the poem,
Unless it is,
You decide,
You make bad decisions)

Now these ghost
Are living
Creature of doubt
In my living room
Show teeth

Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
And never be satisfied

This backlit screen
Becomes host to my worst fear
I've given up on you
When you, gave up on me

There are deeper darks in the night
Most never see

Run
With the fullness of your dreams
Or
Live empty life
Die
With those dreams in your arms
And
      Live
              Forever
Live outside your head

Your head is shrinking
As the universe expands
And how could that be?

How deep is your world?
Mazes etched into hopeless surface
When we can never get up
Lakes of fire
Souls ensnared still screaming
We can never give up
The sound of the end is beautiful
But its only the end
Its only a sound

I do have hope
I just don't know for what

Only the end
Makes us look at the beginning
As the subtle yellow light
That kills the shadow
When we never could believe
The way the promises were broken
Because everything will grow
And nothing really dies

The sound of the end is music
The most glorious symphony
The most heartbreaking tones
Tragic and beautiful
And when the song ends
Its only the end

I do have hope
I'll never know why

whispers of sea
where the cold storm
gathers in the grey
sky, and the waves
pound the shore
running back
pushing down
arching like
fiery cats,
the ache of the storm
a tearful cloud
the song of
a poem.