Time lays marooned on the edge of oblivion
Marked in the still-life of gravity's wake
No stars, nor lights just a graveyard of night
a nebulous ocean, that's vast and opaque
Even death lays forgotten in this pregnant tomb
Where life is just an echo in a shadow's womb
Down that vacuum road I roam
Downwards the black corridor
Trapped in a coffin of steel and aluminum
Hurtling fast without lines of a terminal
thrusters are running but I'm going nowhere
Cut off from existence as a solitude particle
I'm breathing in air of recycled clean fear
Watching the course that never grows near
Where dreams are my only home
towards the black corridor
So Boundless, eternal without a horizon
Blinding the stars and constellations of guidance
Its a canvass of space, that crushes your conscious
And spits out your soul to its abyss of providence
Down the lane of void, that drifts into infinity
all things are consumed in the black lens of eternity
And my life is now a frozen tome
Onward to the black corridor
A very commendable piece of work! Appreciated and admired.......10++++
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I would like to translate this poem
Terrifying thought to be drifting into infinity where all things are consumed in the black lens of eternity. There; s layers in this, , , at first I thought space travel as in a space ship..... then I thought of the space craft being the earth.... then I thought of me living a life that is trapped in my steel clad self-built prison whose destiny is the death I am already living..... wow! Kevin. I love layers and this poem is full of them....10++++++++ and onto my fav list