Night Thoughts

The moon, a sliver, hangs so high,

A silent witness to my sigh.

The world is hushed, a velvet cloak,

And in its peace, my thoughts evoke.

No gentle sleep to soothe my brow,

Just questions here and now.

Is this the life I truly crave?

Or just a shadow in a cave?

Do choices made define my soul?

Or does the future have control?

The clock ticks on, a steady beat,

A constant reminder of retreat.

From this deep well of shadowed thought,

To face the dawn, with battles fought.

But in the stillness, I can see,

A fragile hope, residing in me.

That even now, in darkest night,

I hold the pen, to write my light.