Dark Side of An

I swear, I've sworn, and I was scared.
Yet, it didn't seem normal.
I've screamed and hoped until I could bear no more.
Yet, I never felt vocal.

Living the way other side of the moon lies in the shade,
while the brightness burns them alive.

I won't let you down,
but I cannot pick you up.
I can only hold you now,
and just for now.

The days countdown my end,
in a circle.
Poor circles.
I have fallen victim.
I live only to travel,
as a nomad,
at best.

I have lost the name of my existence.
I can only live alongside persistence.
In between every action,
our thoughts have exchanged.

You live on my moon,
and you say that I am on yours.