The End Of The Universe
Some planets drift through empty spaceTheir stars long dead
Losing their grip on the children they nursed
Allowing them to wander aimlessly in endless darkness
Cold
Ice covered
Barren
Others cling to their stars
Dark and grey
It is as if they have a hope
Where there is none
Maybe their star will light once again
Warm their oceans
Bring life back to the shores
Maybe
Planets which have lived a million millennia
Now cold and dead
Galaxies with billions of stars drift apart
The distance too far to measure
Stars fade from view
An eternity between them
The gap ever widening
One small part of one second
Too small to measure
Everything collapses
Falling into an infinite whirlpool
Drawing everything in to where it started
The future becomes the past
Reality becomes fantasy
Meager light turns into the brightest dark
And a billion, billion stars simply stop twinkling
An infinite whirlpool
Draws everything in
Until there is nothing
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2007-10-06 at 19:16
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