Would You Miss Me? Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

I am running on a runners track.
Bare feet scraping across this rusted metal.

But I am not a runner.
I was not made to run.
Being dragged around by something I cant yet define
Searching for an epiphany,
But now I'm running circles.
Getting dizzy on this track that never ends,

I am the moon.
Shining the light I've never known
On everyone else who's never known the real me.
Pulled into the world each day.
My shine,
Well.
It's inevitable.
But my purpose,
It's inventable.
Created by a species I know nothing of.

My shine would be brighter on the outskirts of venus.
But do I tell them of my aspirations?
Of course not!
Fore only I can understand the language I speak.

I often wonder what they would do,
If I were to disapear.
Run off towards the bright rings of venus.

Would they miss me in the still dark of night?