Borne on a solar wind
tumbling through infinity,
emasculated by my negligibility,
a vacuous identity
in a sea without end.
I am only
significant within
containment's familiar boarders,
but with interstellar weaving thoughts
of eternity;
my mental strength turns its back on me,
and I am left distressingly
alone.
Synapses suspension
a psychological barrier
that even my imagination
can not penetrate
to comprehend...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An explanation of a void by a void. Now that's creative. I gave it my recommendation score, though it may not meet all taste's. GW62