Benjamin Bartley Poet Free verse

The Rite of Passage

We shall all die 
One day. 
It is the way 
Of this Universe. 
We walk upon 
The dirt of life and death. 
We are but a speck 
Of Cosmic dust 
In comparison to the vastness 
Of Space.
Our little orb appears to be unique.
The stars overwhelm the night sky 
As I gaze 
Into its sparkling darkness, 
I can only wonder 
At its brilliance, 
And what could possibly
                                    lie beyond . . .

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Ant Mac August 28, 2024 at 4:46 PM Great focus for a theme and well worked. You ask the question that at some point in our lives we all do and that we can relate to, this inevitable unknown, the death of the ego and recognition that we are all but tiny cogs in the vast machine of mankind.

Alesia Leach August 26, 2024 at 3:04 PM Another one to meditate on. Well written, I like we are the dirt of life and death.

Indiana Shaw August 18, 2024 at 7:26 PM I like the idea that each one of us are just a speck of dust in the Cosmos, because the Cosmos is made up of so many different beautiful colours, and answers my question to where the mega trillions of folk go after we die, we are all making up the wonder of the Cosmos, cheers . . . : )