i hate having to look up to see home

This user misses space

And the weary astronaut asked the stars, “When do I get to come home To leave this fragile life ? This body I’ve been given; I feel it dying All around me. I am rotting And it is not beautiful Nor tragic nor romantic It is a slow disease Of the heart And mind of mine. Have I not learned my lessons And learned of my loves Embraced the earth and Embraced myself ? I am a weary astronaut now My bones are chilled and tired The life that you poured into me Has petered out by now And I am spent. So I beg of you, to let me come home To not feel pain nor love nor anger To slip into the deep depths of dark and sleep and burn Burn longer than time Burn long past since I’ve even Stopped Past my flame and past time itself And I long to rest, To glimmer down upon the skies. So please send me far away For I am a weary astronaut Who just wants to go home.” ,

But the stars never replied.

romance poems by Icey