Prisoned

Like the dark side of the moon,

I am hidden away in the crevices

Of the night, while I am envious

Of the light around the corner

That I know I'll never touch.

They say I'm not worthy of it,

That I'm the one no one loves

Or wants to see.

That I deserve the night

For I am dark,

And the night deserves me

For no one wants it.

They say the world,

Already filled with hatred,

Is too much for me to see.

That my desire for it's touch

Would only cause me to break,

That it's glance in my direction

Would only damage me,

But the sun feels so warm

Against my skin.

How could something so precious,

Hurt?

Does the universe mean to torment me,

Or is my only purpose to be locked

Away in a stone cage with a single

Window, so I can look out at

What I know I can't see.