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Genesis
by Aaron BlairWe carry it inside,
the sea and the sky,
the stardust that made us.
I was once a blazing green aurora,
a defiant glow at the top of the world,
but I knew, even then, what I would be,
and I had no power to stop it.
Human will is useless against the engines of creation.
The star that birthed the essence of me burned away
all knowledge of my existence the second after I began.
There is a long night at the edge of what we know,
dark and beautiful and terrible to behold,
and that void does not remember us.
No matter what greatness we aspire to,
we will toil in obscurity and then fade.
We will live and die for nothing and we will not be missed.
06/27/2012 Author's Note: A Song of Ice and Fire: "The night is dark and full of terrors." Warhammer 40K: "The universe is a big place and, whatever happens, you will not be missed..."
Posted on 06/27/2012
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/27/12 at 06:31 PM dust in the wind, eh? There are a few poets on this site whose names on the Most Recently Posted Poems list give me a little jolt of anticipation - yours is one of them, and poems like this one are the reason why. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/27/12 at 07:12 PM Most of us will not be missed for any length of time, what ever time is. But your writing may out last your memory. I recently saw published an anonymous old English poem by a blacksmith written 500 years ago. Of course I could only recognize a word or two. This is a fine example of a fine poem. |
| Posted by David Maurice on 12/06/12 at 03:32 PM we are all black wholes. |
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