5 Out in the abyss, where darkness prevails, I find myself adrift, as sanity impales. I’m lost in the void, where screams have no sound, In this haunting emptiness, my fears are astound. The cosmic canvas, a tapestry of despair, Celestial bodies, both cold and unforgiving, beware. The stars, once bright guiding beacons, now leer, Mocking my plight, as terror draws near. Not gravity’s embrace, not earthly tie, I float aimlessly, in the cosmic sky. This silence is deafening, like an eerie lullaby, My heart rate hastens, as madness sets its eye. No extrication be on my path, The rope existed solely, to save from vacuum’s wrath. But once the rope snapped, all wafted away. Yet here I be, soon allay. Echoing whispers, the unseen specters tease, Their icy touch, a taunting, chilling breeze. The phantoms of the void, their presence swells, Drawing closer, in the endless cosmic wells. L O S T I Ryan Gentry, Psychology
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