Within reach, without hope

I am constantly within reach of monsters who will drain me for all the worth I have. No matter where in the great black expanse I could hide, astronomers would find me eventually. I could hide far away in the Andromeda Galaxy and they would have me caught in a matter of hours. I could build a nice home on an extra solar planet in a solar system with two suns and they would wake me in the night telling me they had found me. I could consult the asteroids and comets and ask them to usher me away someplace out of reach and somewhere far away a person behind a telescope would watch the whole journey. I will never shake this Earth. She is beautiful but the people she holds are not. They terrify me in ways zero gravity and black holes could not. A black hole would not think first before crushing me, but a person would look me in the eyes and tell me they loved me first. I do not feel safe from their grasping hands even light years away. I would sooner shake the hand of the sun than shake the hand of a man.