i quietly sit
here upon the Moon
breathing my last breath
my end will be soon
to stare at the Earth
it is strange to see
while so many are
gazing up at me
what do they think of
what is it they dream
with a lost starved look
they drink the Moon’s Beam
I am the one face
everyone has seen
but here face to face
we have never been
with a watchful eye
I protect mother
but My time is done
She’ll find another
I don’t fear the end
I don’t want to scream
to stare at the Earth
I have lived My dream
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 