Space

29 March 2009 | 2009 Poetry,Personal

some people say they want to go to space
as i look them in the face
and say that is no place
for me

they talk about being amongst the moon and stars
and galaxies so very far
planets and planets here and there
and all i do is stare

with mouth Sahara dry
i ask a question, stare in your eyes
it all sounds great and beautiful still
its just vast of nothing void of life

you’re afraid of radiation they say
you’re afraid of the cold of space
you’re afraid to get off the ground
you’re afraid of the dark around

i shake my head and grin
its none of those things, my friend
space is a lonely place
very much like this place

why would i trade one lonely vacuum
for another, lonely vacuum
darker
and colder

and that’s about when
the conversation ends
their eyes turned down as i walk away
with nothing more intended to say

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