An Explorer Of Space
I have stood on this shore in constant threat,
too disheartened, undecided and torn apart
staring at the unreachable, horizon so shiny:
trusting my instincts, reciting words of faith;
deliriousness is not a rapid leap into eternity,
no existence is more valorous than any worth!
When nights were blurry and brilliant moonlight
was too scarce, I shivered from fear and plight,
not from the absolute absence of light and profound silence;
and as an owl with florescent eyes, it increased my demise!
I even penetrated the forbidden and opaque darkness
with my insolence to stir unrest among noisy crickets;
I trod and tripped on branches torn by the wrathful storm,
I bore bruises and cuts, screamed aloud making deer roam!
It occurred to me that no human can solve intricate mysteries,
I wanted to defy this concept and delve deeper in all possibilities,
but like others in mad pursue, I got disappointed and called it quits;
anyone with common sense can't fight those invisible demons!
I can reach other planets on a speedy rocket, be an explorer
of space, take snapshots; draw maps for future conquest if any,
I'm praying I'll encounter no aliens of any kind; the barrier
is not the language but the weird words they'll say aloud...
I'll be overpowered by their presence and remain stupefied:
I bet they are more human than us and will treat me fairly!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2024
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