broken crayons

silver-ii

but the clouds have covered all the bright holes in the sky tonight.

i try to look for one, at least one star, but i can't.
even the moon seems mad at me.
it's like it is hiding behind the clouds to conceal its silver light.

it just doesn't want to shine on me.

i get up to my feet, and start descending down the stairs.
and the screaming once again fills my ears.

i don't know if it is the fifth or sixth attack today,
or if it's ever going to slow down,
or if the medicines are even working.

i run to your room only to see you hitting your head against the wall, as if in a trance.

you seem to be wanting to win an argument with it.
as if, wanting to hurt it.

i wish you could see it is not really the wall that is getting hurt.

and as i hold you away from the wall that had now started to stain with red,

i finally realise why the sky was lacking silver today.

the moon cannot shine when the sun doesn't.
can it?

where did your lustre go, ma?