space travel is boring

I lose part of myself

The part I keep hidden

From everyone else

The darkness and sadness

No one understands

Only my writing knows

Who I truly am

And at least when I cry

My writing knows why

Into my soul I can pry

No reason to lie

And I let everything go,

The cold brings along the pain

I see nothing I can gain

Until the snow turns into rain.

  Every year that passes by

No new thoughts behind my eye

No happiness that I can spy

Doesn’t understand its luminous ways

The world is cold and dark

Don’t waste your time.

  Yet, when the moon comes out

He howls with the wolves

He screams into the darkness

Letting out pain.

  Then, running down the way

His feet move faster than his mind

Thoughts left on the pavement

For cars to flatten and erase.

  The clock reads three a.m.

When he returns to his hostile bed

Another battle just to sleep

To leave his evil mentality.

  When he dreams, he is strong

No longer apprehensive of the people

The world is a less intimidating place