• The moon is round and full of light but not a comforting night. As I sit here and type this poem it makes me sad that my house is not my home. For home is full of love, laughter and delight, on a night when the moon is so bright. Unfortunately for me I live in house full of anger and hate on such a wonderful night. Now you may say what about your friends yes I have friends but I do not get to see them on such a night. Usually when I do see them it is when I’m actually a delight not when I need them so. I wish that this terror would end so I could start anew again, with high school behind me and college ahead I’m lost in space where the moon shines ahead. I wish I could be where you are so I could earn more friends hopefully some true ones unlike those I forbid. A home not yet found but engraved in my head where lye many true friends who seek me out when I am down. Hope still last that maybe afar is this home that is so fondly engraved in my heart. Where the full moon shines, and yet I’m not sad but happy instead.