Look To The Moon Poem by Adam Day

I cry myself to sleep
On most my lonely nights
Walking for hours
Hard thoughts of fright

I know I am loosing
Part of my soul
Continuously thinking
That I am a troll

I wear my mask
When others are around
Laughing happily
Just to not be found

People only see
What needs to be shown
Deep laughter and cheers
My insides always groan

My coming of age
Happened rather fast
Family and friends everywhere
Then alone at last

I have had the same dreams
While staring at the moon
Wondering alone in the sand
Climbing an everlasting dune

Beads of sweat dripping
Off my sun scorched brow
Tainted wispers increase
Like that of a meow

Ear blasted and sun trashed
My head starts to spin
I fall to the ground
And start everything over again