Upon the barren blackness of the heavens
There lies a quiet, longing, small star
In search of an outlet in outer space
Earths' equivalent hinges between worlds 6 and 7
Trapped in violent humanity, viewing from afar
Seeking an outlet in outer space
Dying to be heard before being consumed
Under the weight of time
A white dwarf to become
Living lifeless, in his tomb
Gazing at a mirror in the sky
Atop a ladders' crippled rung
The dimming light has begun to regress
Vanishing like a phantom in the night
Escaping away from its place
Gravity seems to increase upon his chest
Breathlessly, beautifully giving in without fight
Venturing into my outlet in outer space
Beautiful writes, thanks, go on.. May I invite you to read my poems and say something..
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.