Eighth of October

I can hear the clock ticking
But I can't hear a sound,
I can see the moon above the skies
But I can't see its bright,
I can feel the wind blowing
But I can't feel its cool;

Tonight I close my eyes in vain
As I await in silence
I'll sleep the night in pain
Encumbered with its torment,
My mind starts to get shabby
Still the night is empty

It's quarter past eleven.

Reviews

[Relic]

I'm not too sure what that date signifies so...

These lines were a bit odd

But I can't see its bright,
I can feel the wind blowing
But I can't feel its cool;


Suggestions

But I can't see its light,
I can feel the wind blowing
But I can't feel the cool;