I must have seemed
unimportant
to the end of the world.
Insignificant within
its great cosmic swirls,
but I was there when it all crumbled.
I witnessed a sun explode into black,
like ink dropping onto a page,
stories being sucked in.
Word by word
Letter by letter,
fading into the ink blot space.
I remembered being tucked in tight,
listening to stories of wrong and right.
Evil being defeated by light,
but in this dark place
I knew no saviour would come.
Our time was done.
It is strange to feel
the insignificance
of a stuttered heartbeat,
it barely feels real.
Butterfly wing thin
it swirls away with no meaning.
Time is coming to an end,
our little blip upon its skin,
barely means anything.
If the universe blinked
it would have barely seen us,
just a speck of dust upon its lens,
blown away in the breath
of the cosmic wind.
But then I think,
all those things we created,
in that tiny blink.
All of the good,
did it outweigh
the negativity?
And now as I sway,
feeling the blackness
pulling me towards the brink
I think of
the songs now eternally circling
amongst the nebulas.
The words of our hearts,
drifting across galaxies
so far away from ours,
and I realise we all played a part.
We were a jigsaw piece
in this puzzle of the stars.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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