untitled in the moonlight

I am again in darkness
Robed and pasty pale
In the moonlight pollution
Tinted greenish gold
My eyes stinging from the
Shine and not blinking
And tears that come when I
Least expect them to they are
Not warranted or wanted I don’t
Know what they’re for but here
They be stumbling down my face
As if they drank too much
The cold feels like a stranger’s
Hug constricting not comforting
Or desired and stealing all my air
The night has had its way with me
And left me in the quiet panting,
Pissed, poisoned, problematic,
Pessimistic, and ready for lumpy
Pillows and stiff necks, and
Disdain for the sunlit sky that
Saves me from the thoughts that
Only grow in moonlight