Unanswered questions

Moon drunk you stand before me.

Confused, tortured, and waiting.

You await answers, salvation, hope, something, anything,

But I have nothing to offer you.

I have no hope.

I have no answers.

Not even a question.

I had looked to you as you look to me now.

But it was a mistake.

It is a mistake.

Now I know.

I know that we both have nothing,

Not an answer to be found.

Not in the light of day

Or the dark of night

Or the starry moonlight in between.

So here we stand,

Silent.

Silent until you howl your melancholy question,

Begging for an answer

For anything in return

An echo

An answer

Anything

But the world offers nothing. 

But I have to wonder

Is that what you feared 

Or what you hoped for?