Trapped

I am locked.

In a cycle of

No

Escape.

Perpetually,

I turn my head towards the Stars

for guidance in the dark nights.

But

all I find

are empty responses.

Nothing

but more

darkness.

I have learned

to

embrace it all.

It is part

of who I am.

A prisoner to Them.

I wish I knew what

They were trying to say.

Perhaps

in the cosmos

and at the expense of

time

They too understood their gradual degradation.

I am fading now.

Like stardust,

my mind

and whatever the shape of my spirit

is

will evaporate

or disentegrate at the touch

of a finger.

A snap

and only the echoes of whatever I called

this existence

will ring throughout the Milky Way.

But

Pretty soon

They’ll disappear

too.

Grasping this notion,

Is to understand

what is now in motion.

I am a prisoner to Space

And in it,

My life

is no longer on Earth.