It Is Space

Dim and indefinable is this place,
It is hard to understand why it is Space.
Of doubts is the black globe I am in,
This is Space, the true odd reflection of life.
How is this elusive?
I can describe, for I occupy the vacuum,
In ways different to man, and man is here,
Where it is barren and strange.
We have a desert on Earth,
But why do we live in such a stupor
Such as this.
My universe caters for the blind,
The stars are other than these,
The planets reside in my head.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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