Eclipse.

The same moon hangs up in the same sky every single night.

it looks down upon the Earth, observing and inspecting the scenes scattered here and there.

where sadness washes over happiness, embraces it like a long lost lover,

where love sneakes around, hiding inside fragile hearts and thick shields of protection,

where mercy and cruelty collide,

in a cynical unity,

a woman's screams of pain while giving birth, equivelant to another's screams over the death of a child.

yet the moon stands there in the vast space and does what it has to do,

a by-stander walking down a crime scene.

I'm nothing but a moon,

watching the world from a distance, only then I realise how insignicant I am.

and I wonder how sometiems, I feel so caught up in my own distress, imprisoned in a bubble of my own making.

it won't do me any good if I step outside.

I often forget that the world has horrible problems, far worse than my lack of fortune. 

I forget that everything is built to head towards chaos, and still I try to find harmony, 

the world is a mess, and so is my life.
And for both reasons I'm overwhelmingly sad.