Living in caves
Not seeing the sun.
Fearing the daylight
and what it has become.
Trying to breathe
and ending up alone.
Running from yourself
screaming at your bones.
Get up high in the mountain
and watch the moon.
For miles around
you can hear the loons.
Nobody to hear you scream your pain
As you watch the world go by again and again.
Saturn's Premier Poet 