Voice to the void

Borne on a solar wind
tumbling through infinity,
emasculated by my negligibility,
a vacuous identity
in a sea without end.

I am only
significant within
containment's familiar boarders,
but with interstellar weaving thoughts
of eternity;
my mental strength turns its back on me,
and I am left distressingly
alone.

Synapses suspension
a psychological barrier
that even my imagination
can not penetrate
to comprehend...

poem by Stephen S. YeandleReport problemRelated quotes
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