Poem: The Other Side of Nowhere

There’s a place that your eyes cannot see in the light,
on the other side of nowhere –
where you sleep in the day and wake up in the night,
and the lowest of lows is a dizzying height,
and they lie and they say it’ll all be alright,
on the other side of nowhere.

There’s a place where the roads are all longer than life,
on the other side of nowhere –
where the stones of the buildings with secrets are rife,
and the touch of a hand is the cut of a knife,
and where love is just war, but with bloodier strife,
on the other side of nowhere.

There’s a place where the stars are in perfect straight lines,
on the other side of nowhere –
where the truth does not free you, but only confines,
and you desperately hide from the light when it shines,
and you’d know everything if you’d just see the signs,
on the other side of nowhere.

There’s a place where the endless will come to an end,
on the other side of nowhere –
where they’ll ask for your name but they won’t call you friend,
and the sky is below you, but still you ascend,
and the hurt that you bring is the hurt that won’t mend,
and someday I’m going there.