Contact: A Poem

I have become afraid of the stars

and drifting off into them

being enthralled by their light

and wanting never to return

my hand has been long waiting

for yours to make contact

before I float into space

with no will to come home

the stars are always waiting

pull me in before I’m blind

my arm is becoming weak

soon my eyes will be forced open


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