a poet confined to a mystical frontier,
of celestial bodies, a vacuum forever stained with midnight.\
seeing things, hearing things,
experiencing things which no one should.
a space poet floating about in nothingness,
destined to live in near isolation, on a ship going nowhere.
leaving people, meeting people,
loving people who no one would.
a tired space poet feeling the stars,
their warmth and their pain they are cursed with.
helping those, damning those,
healing those that no one could.
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daydream//a collection of poems
Poetry.+*thinking is all i'm good for, but I think I think too much. what's there to not think about? i'm lost.*+.
