Alone
on the edge
of the universe.
Standing in a stupor.
Nothing to be
seen
or heard—
only time.
Infinite, steady,
t i m e.
No words to be spoken
No thoughts to be conceived
No light, no dark.
Unfaltering, perpetual
T i m e.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
Poetryall poems are mine. space poetry based on thoughts I have about existence in general. mediocre at best and as artsy as possible. Enjoy.
