Micky's Poems

Talking To The Moon

(Inspired by the Bruno Mars song)

When I feel a little lonely
I look up to the moon,
And in my tear stained vision I imagine
That someone can reach out to me;
That someone left a message there
Just for me to see it.

Maybe it was my grandpa
Reaching out for my hand;
Maybe it was my only friend
Thinking about me;
Maybe it was a stranger
Feeling sorry for me;
I would never know.

But now when I see the moon
I'm always on my bruised knees,
Begging for some sort of message;
Praying for any sign of someone,
Anyone,
Thinking of me,
But I'd get nothing.

I yell.
I scream.
I cry.
I shout.
Begging,
Pleading
For something, anything.

Just for one tiny sign that someone remembers me;
For something to calm my brain;
To rid these demons out with a caring hand,
A soft cloth,
A soothing voice that hugs me at night;

Just someone that can be there.
Someone real.
Someone warm.
Just... somebody.
Anybody.
I don't care.
I just need someone.

Someone to massage my worn being;
Someone to wrap my bleeding wounds;
Someone to stay the night and not be a part of my imagination.

So here I am
At my windowsill,
Looking up at the moon,
Searching for something I could possibly never have.
Someone has to be out there, right?

Right?