My rocket propels me;
speed of light excursions
into the darkness of deep space.
It is silent, serene and no one
can hear me scream.
My days blur into each other
and it effects my equilibrium.
A floating trash compactor
in the expanse of endless nothingness.
Major Tom has found his way home,
and ground control has shut down
leaving me to be the clown staying
weightless in a prolonged environment!
In spite of my woes: Case Closed!
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018
Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 4: CASE _____
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 