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We Were Born on a Moonless Night

Colton Keune

We were born on a moonless night,

With rust in our blood, surging us to thrive

As if the end were out of sight.

Lungs afire with air, we struggled with all our might,

While dirty hands tried desperately to revive.

We were born on a moonless night.

Years cannot cleanse the stain of such a blight,

What special need is there to survive?

As if the end were out of sight.

Expecting darkness to evolve beyond daylight,

We drowned the senses tasked to deprive,

We were born on a moonless night.

Can you hear them swearing, “It’s alright”?

Dull lids prying open after a dive,

As if the end were out of sight.

Is there anybody to care for such a plight

When the goal is merely stay alive.

We were born on a moonless night,

As if the end were out of sight.