J. R. Swab


Categories: [Poetry]
Tags: [sonnet], [space], [sci-fi]

The deep dark night of space so empty cold

he floats amid the falling balls of flame

so many planets circle round quite old

as comets mock the floating spaceman's aim

Will gravity be garnered once again

thoughts race to airy skies of birds and breeze

across the vast black nothing, missing rain

the earnest search for weight, not such an ease

No human space to commune within reach

no sun to warm the suit and bones for life

no food to fill this hollow stomach's breach

no water left for organ's vital strife

The shallow last breath slips from pale weak lips

how feeble life is, should not left the ships