Cosmic Scar Tissue
Dark scars marked the edges of the cosmos
Deep within the universal core slithering with a pulse
Time counted in an endless rhythm that will end
Will slither to a close
Supping and sucking and draining the energy
Moment by moment
Until the fragments of time can be cut
To another slither
Creaking the gears of celestial machinery grind to a halt
Nothing can now ever be again
Existence is futile
Futures are not to be
Hopes and dreams lay bleeding
Pulped to something horrendous
Within the blaze of a creation maimed
Posted: Saturday, December 21st, 2019 @ 10:05 am
Categories: Poems.
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