I blame the moon
for not aligning the stars
I blame the sky
for the Sun's burning rays
The rays reflect off
shining as bright as day
Blinding me.
I curse it for my obscured vision
The air around me
suffocates - no:
it kisses me lightly
misty and dense
I hate it! I blame it on
everything
Everything else.
Because I wouldn't be irrational.
Not me.
Narrowed vision.
That's not me.
The heaviness in the air.
It's not me.
The mist
They're not my tears.
And I blame it all on the moon.
Not me.
