The moon is bright tonight.
Such a contrast to the black within my soul.
Whereas the moon shines high above,
I like in the darkness far below.
Through iron bars I gaze at its beauty,
Yearning to feel its rays upon my face.
Wishing I could join her in the sky
And forever leave this place.
Yet, as I reach forward for this happiness
I am caught in a realization that is harsh and cold.
Reminding me of the reality in which I exist
And a life without beauty to behold.