Silent 40

I've contemplated many things in life
but never did I feel the need to end my
soul, for the mind holds secrets within
trees that blow within a breezy night
of solitude.

Changes come after much thought
during a dark ritual under a midnight moon
and I can not fathom another lonely night
without peace.

Its within this strength that I have become
a light for many, including the whispers
among the tombstones that lay abandoned
out back in the silent 40 acres I call home.

I continue to write these cryptic words
each moment that darkness engulfs my
endless depression, because I'm much more
than medication; I'm a powerful star
under a full moon of madness.