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I'm on the darkside of the moon- Blocked off from light,

Blocked off from sight- So no one can see my fight.

Or understand what it's like- To live in complete solitude,

People try to reach out to me- But they can't reach my altitude.

They don't understand my attitude- Or why I think like I do.

They say things could always be worse- And I know this is true,

But it seems thing do always get worse- No matter what I do.

Because I'm not like them, or you- I live alone,

Day by day- I live in a house but I'm still missing a home.

A place where I feel I belong- Is it really so wrong?

I've felt this way for so long- Just wanting to feel loved,

By anyone- Friends, family, the man above.

It really doesn't matter- But it seems everyone just shrugs.

At my cries for help- And I feel so distant,

So far away- I just wish someone would listen.

I cry without tears- And I scream without sound,

So many people- But no one's around.

I'm surrounded by figures- But there's no faces in the room,

Everything seems so far away- From the dark side of the moon.







Michael C. Lucas