Out There

Crescent Moon


Sorrow Most Of All

Senses drift differently in the darkness.

I’ve grovelled and called out but to no avail.

No one has heard my cries, no one but me.

And my senses though sharpened grow weary.



In the darkness, no one sees your grief.

The shadow will be kind enough to hide you.

But is it really out of its good heart?

No, the shadow is selfish that’s why it keeps you.



In the darkness you won’t see anything but nothing

There you will drown in worry that you are about to fall

So you stay in place and not move

You wait for someone to guide you out.



Misery thrive in the night

It allows you to mull over things previously forgotten

It reminds you the pangs of your mistakes

It relives the hate, the fear and the longing



Senses are strong in the darkness

Sorrow most of all.

Shari and Juliet





they toiled hard and true

to bring the company through

but one day they said “Account is closing,

it’s ol’right, a new one we are composing”


then the others moved on first

we saw slowly our sad disperse

and communication we kept open

to keep to page what will happen


then one day the remaining were interviewed

the stage was set for an odd feud

for one will only be taken

we asked, “Are the others to be forsaken?”


we waited for a month or more

the suspense so painful we just had to bore

then they said the two can leave

the truth of the mistake we can’t conceive


they said that it is now over

the party can’t be lived forever

yes, oh yes it’s time to leave

the memories here stops to weave


you don’t understand you thought you were save

that was the advice to all they gave

we believed, oh yes we held on

to this conclusion we have drawn


and at the end all they say is sorry

and to the door they want you to hurry

for you, they learned have no place

they say “no more, no more space”


yes they were callous, they were mean,

to not protect you through this scene

you did good service and provided best

but the outcome and conclusion was a mess