Never Ending Black

• Amy Harris, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2010

An astronaut floating in space, blacker than the depths of the ocean
A never ending destiny awaits
No-one knows if he's alive or not
Not even him
Forever

Blood draining cold
The knowledge that people will remember him comforts his sad thoughts
The quietness is the only peaceful thing
The warm air inside his suit is the only thing that reminds him of home
Heat

The suit smells of rubber
His metal ring rusting way
Can almost smell the earthiness of home
The stale air
Choking

Stars chit-chatting
Angels whispering
His own breathing
His own heart beat
Nothing