Edge Of The World Poem by Aurora Lights

Edge of the World

A circle.
Its colorful, swimming with vivid patterns.
But the circle is covered in black.
Covered completely, with the exception of a small wedge.
Through this one window we see the colors.
Constantly shifting.
This window moves around the circle.
Exposing different parts as it slowly passes around.
This visible section lives, emanating a buzz of colors.
The rest is dead or waiting to be woken to die.
No escape.
Blackness comes, following and sweeping up the colors.
Coming to the ones that have been longer in the colored space.
And those older ones,
they can look behind them
see it descending.
Look forward, see those in front
and know
its only a matter of time
before time comes to sweep them too.
The colors are many, but nothing in proportion to the black.
They stand alone.
Waiting on the edge of the world.
Because really, there's no other place to be.