This poem is based off of a particular connection that I figured out recently. Although the actual idea is about a month old, it took me a little while to figure out how exactly I was going to write it. I’ll leave it to the reader to figure out my connection. Comments are open.
Astronaut
Water
And Blood.
Without
Much
Of a clue
As to what
The world
May be.
The lifeless
Life
And from
The outside
It is
Quite lifeless.
Floating around
Up there.
In an
Suit
Made for this.
Safely
Secure.
Hardly any
Sounds
Yet the smallest
Sounds
Count the most.
It’s all
One
Tremendous
Journey.
No one
Can
Remember.
A lifeless form
With all
The life
Inside it.
A Tiny Speck
From Earth.
To look up
Into the sky
And know
That it
Will come down
Soon.
We were once
All but Astronauts
Coming
And going.
In Blood
And Water
And no oxygen
Except
From the cord
That leads
To the spaceship.
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