eyes grow heavy

I do not write much Sci-Fi themed poetry although I am a huge fan of the genre.

If you were to examine my collection of books, you would find a striking disparity between the amount of poetry and literature as compared to the amount of Sci-Fi and fantasy… I cannot resist the imagination and escape of it all.

This poem came to me with this image. I could not stop staring at this person sitting on this snowy, starry, airless outcrop. What the heck are they staring at? What could they be thinking?

Et voilà! A poem is birthed.

And while the setting is clearly some far-flung place in the Universe, I do hope you find some connection to the more emotional, metaphysical ideas, too.

Please let me know what you think in the Comments section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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eyes grow heavy

eyes grow heavy ‘long the snow-blown

palisades that rise for miles above

the colony, itself nestled deep in

its twinkling wintry caldera

here, at the summit, the chimera

of gravity reveals its illusion,

its false existence, a simple shove

could launch me into the unknown

this Icarus could at last fly

into the arms of the ever-night

no chastening star to melt my wings

my inertia my eternity

such fate resigned with certainty

all my gauges red and alarming

too far, too fast, this manmade plight

my oxygen in dire supply

surrendered to the void, i rise,

all the while, the wonders of

entropy fill my awestruck eyes…

like tears.