A moon that refuses to shine

I have to write
so that I do not drown
under the burden of being unheard

I stand

atop a cold mountain

or at the bottom of a hellish pit

there are no trees here
tall enough
to hang 

my thoughts

here, my heart grows weary

of holding all the weight

and I can only lie down
to give it a moment
to rest
and expand again

somedays

I feel as if nothing is mine

as if I have to borrow air

just to get through the day

you see, I am always suffocating 

in an eternal melancholy

so, 

somedays

I like to stay still

breathe in

all that I've seen

give back what I've borrowed

get rid of what I stole

and on other days 

it feels impossible

to stay in one place

so I leave again.