Nocturnia Poem by Neil Crawford

I have been having apocalyptic dreams(again)
on a planet bigger than Jupiter.

It is home to trillions of lost souls
I call it 'Nocturnia' though I sense it has
another, moore familiar name.

There is no colour, only shades of grey.
There is no warmth, only degrees of cold.

There are no feelings of any positive kind.
Sometimes on this desperate world
I can levitate.

That lifts me(literally) above
the crippling boredom.

But mostly I just sit with all the others,
gradually gathering dust, becoming cobweb
strewn.