There is no moon for me in my cage,
Nothing to see in this world of rage.
Just me and myself, my lonely, helpless self,
Staring in the blank sky at my fake moon.
Nighttime always, with nothing to fear,
But always there: My Fake Golden Sphere-
Up high towards the sky, on a pole by the street
Forever going like my heart, beat after beat.
My ray of hope, to prove I have something to show.
Always shining in the darkness-I just seem to know.
I open my eyes in the dead of the night,
There's nothing around me-Nothing in sight-
Then I turn, and see, maybe just one:
A Glowing Orb- My own Special Sun!
Up high towards the seky, on a pole by the street
Forever going like my heart, beat after beat.
I can rely on my moon, it'll always be there.
something I own, I someday shall share.
There'll be nothing else... nothing to see.
Just alone, always my fake moon and me.
Up high towards the sky, on a pole by the street
Forever going like my heart, beat after beat.
My life will go on, might end later or soon.
But I'll still be here, me and my moon.
Julianna Marie Claire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fake-moon/
