A Space Without Time Poem by kyle meehan

I scavenge for clues. No one answers.
Space time looks at me. No one picks up the phone.
Something aches. Its space time.
Whats his problem? No answer.
My body starts to writhe. Nothing matters as much as now.
Something stops to speak. I hear no voice.
I fall into a hole. Blackness turns into light.
Something starts to fade. But light starts answering.
Nothing helps more than now. The voice starts speaking.
As I get up to walk. I calm down.
When I start to calm. I cannot hear Space-time any longer.
I travel through this journey. It is no longer over.
I see lush green fields as I writhe with more joy.
Overbearing. Uncomprehending. No more.
I travel through my thoughts like a worm through a hole.
As I lay back down to sleep. The darkness exists once more.