The Extra Terrestrial

Lonely as the first or last, and hollow as an echo.
Lonely as a lighthouse on a rock.

My friends to save their necks, have fled.
I'm left for dead.

Caged by space.
Abandoned in this place,
the outpost Earth.
This planet green and blue and grey.

Missed in mist.
Lost and loved.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.