I’m Afraid of Space
I’m Afraid of Space
Im afraid of
Space, and its bossy ways
How it grabs unwilling
Subjects for its
Canvas.
I must run with
Haste, before it traps
My gaze, for it
Imprisons the
Restrained through its
Mantras
It has devises,
Contraptions that
Releases inhibitions
I was victimized by its
Beauty not just
Once; and then,
Suddenly
Freely,
I was feeding its
Fancy with a
Verse that I rehearse
Only in hiding
‘Tween the whiteness of
X and Y it desires to
Exemplify with the
Brushstrokes of honesty and
Abandon; I will fail to be
Impervious, if it is
Inconspicuous, for it
Blends like a cunning
Chameleon
To paint me through my own
Blood, while my heart is in
Denial, I will succumb to
Fill the void
Unconsciously, with
a verse,
a song,
a poem, he will
Trick me to confession
And make that tiny,
Lonely space
Filled finally.
I’m afraid of space
And its brooding ways
And its custom to draw
Fools to come fill it
I’m afraid of space
And its charming face
And the way
I’m always sucked to
Be in it.
Ruth Mostrales
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