SPACED OUT
By Peter Woodgate
Wandering
through,
decaying
cities of the universe,
lost
souls sift in vain.
Each
empty building reverberates
and
crumbles with their pain.
They
search for elusive paradise
within
the fix of dreams,
but
stare into an endless void
without
corners or of seams.
Each
molecule within their frame
forms
the galaxy of despair,
where
atoms explode
within
their heads
and
stars light up their hair.
They
slide into the orb of darkness,
that
black hole in the sky,
where
visions are lost
and
gravity,
stifles
every cry.
Legs
and arms and hands and feet,
become
detached
and
then they meet
and
the souls rejoice,
without
choice
and
oblivious of devastation.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
Good poem Peter.But despite the doom and gloom I was pleased the know that souls meet and rejoice at the end.
ReplyDeleteAs always Peter, words and thoughts come together as if they were ordained like strawberries & cream. You truly are an accomplished Wordsmith. If I click on your Label: Peter Woodgate. I'm regaled with eighteen (18), pieces of work of real quality. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteNicely crafted Peter,as always.
ReplyDeleteSome beautiful phrases in this Peter. Ones to remember, I think.
ReplyDeleteAgree with all the previous comments. A memorable poem.
ReplyDeleteShelley.