Icarus 9: Act Iii Poem by Dylan KD.

Aboard the Icarus 9,
there are no lights, no sounds outside.
The vacuousness tugs my nerve endings.
The absence of my true love, the Sun,
has left me depressed in a vessel
with no destination but forward.
I've laid here 17 years longer than expected.
My expectancy expired according to the dials,
but still I rage on, paralyzed in time.
I miss any voice, any face.
The glory of the spheres
bores me to tears as I sit
and wait for an intergalactic angel
to crack my shell and turn me loose
among his brothers.
Still I wait, still I lay.
Buttons and dials and meters galore.
What was I thinking?