The moon has phases In and out of the same cycle Always orchestrating a reprisal Over a number of days
I have phases, too Yet they seem more like mazes, who Don’t know where they lead to. Unlike the moon, Who is settled in his ways, I bounce back and forth in this pinball machine, Forwards, backwards, sideways, Through different replays with the same ending: heartbreak.
I never know when or where they’ll start, But I’m always the one with the broken heart. The phases come and go as they please, And always end up blaming me.
I am not scared of the darkness anymore, it arrives to fight me daily. Perhaps it's the darkness, that's scared of me. It is parallel, undiluted & unwavering & I'm somewhere blended in between. We aren't foes but competitors! We don't die but battle till one of us passes out and sleeps. We don't end but merge into each other each night.
You may not know that somewhere between being lonely & loving solitude, neither me nor my ally could become friends or make any. We meet, we do so daily, to fight & survive some more till we exist. But oh! It's far than an illusion of happiness that the bewitched heart creates... For the illusion ends but The alliance doesn't.
Its a poem where a person's life has been metaphorically compared with the grim role of darkness.