Chimera

Just another inarticulate desire,

From another silent star gazer,

Marvelled by starless skies.

This recluse, shrouded in darkness.

The darkness, my sanctuary.

The darkness, an escape into my sadness.

The darkness, an elusive sense of hope.

Hope for a better day come morning light.

All it is is another day, another night.

All I have is another chance to say the same goodbye.

A new day, a new light,

All I have is a new song to sing the same old lie.

Every day, every night,

Brings with it a sad sigh.

What is sadness if not the peace I crave,

The quiet in my mind away from this dissonant world?

This recluse craves the darkness, the landslide of sadness.

The quiet of the night, that comfort it brings that felt like home.

The sun steals the darkness away,

Ushers the facade of a smile,

The renewed longing for the moonlit night.

Each day echoes the same template,

Each night resonates the same euphony of sadness and darkness.

Live another day, aspire to someday.

Someday never materialises.

Someday barged in, unannounced.

The sun did not set and this recluse craves closeness.

Sunshine steals the sadness.

Sunshine saturates the soul with exhilaration, an ethereal ecstasy.

But a fear still looms over, hovering close to the sun.

The slightest quiver might shatter my chimera.

This recluse will only see starless skies when the sun sets.