The closest of stars
is but a wick of a candle in its dying
glow.
As I float aimlessly
in the abyss of cruel thoughts
that mercilessly
attack my tormented mind.
Shades of disturbia
that flicker in the distance
as the glow of that star loosens
its grip
on my suspended soul.
That star, that once was a supernova.
Drifting away in a new realization
of a new gravitational centre to which I’m drawn
and
constantly orbit
in this mix of matter and or anti matter
I am not aware
as I
seem to have lost consciousness
in my constant drifting.
Orbiting around an unseen cosmic body
its
fabric sheer pain.
Pain that freezes my face and cracks my lips,
numbs my soul
and mortifies my mind.
As I drift my legs bent at an angle
and my arms in a
perfect pose and balance.
Drifting into some dark comer of the universe.
This feeling i posses like a desperate electron,
wanting,
yearning
to be excited to a higher energy shell.
To escape this orbit
and the
constant bombardment
of harsh memories or just 'thoughts'.
That star that has turned
into a black hole
that the light of what used to be has failed to escape.
Still
i drift.
Towards this invisible cosmic body
whose fabric
mortifies me.
Have i lost to gain,
my soul leaving a trail of dark matter
or anti matter i do not know.
My breath is slow
and suddenly a gasp of air
and
what seems to be a ray of light.
Its gravity more powerful,
Than these tentacles of shadows that linger
My trajectory shifted
that light pulling me in.
Maybe its
just another passing comet
or is it that star
that was but a wick of a
candle in its dying glow
coming to life?
