Poetry, night, illness, illness, illness

In the moon, 

something lurks

it is hidden 

its ears up perked

 

Danger is near

Waiting for you

It knows your fears

Lurking in your dreams

A sudden tear

It hears your thoughts

Watches your breathe move slow

Safety you thought

To have never even known

 

It calls itself 

By many a name

Some call it wealth

Or playing the game

When the cloak falls off

And the lights turn on

I will call it a damn shame

Lampshade revealing

Ever the blame

What do you call it by name?

@ Camile McGregor

 

 

 

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