It is in moments that we indulge in ourselves.
In moments we experience such infinitude
that it is just as quickly warped into an abyss,
a deep void that no one can pull their way out of.
These moments of weakness, the moments of defeat, are as far and wide as the skies themselves. These moments of strength, the moments of victory,
spread across the universe like matter and time and space.
When our breath ends we breathe again
and when our sun sets it rises again,
like a new moon in the dark sky
becoming full in weeks passing.
The lights shine across space
mapping our existence.
When we look out at the Universe
its eyes are looking back at us.
We are blinking at each other
the stars are just as close to death as us.
The cosmos are like a tree
spreading off in branches
and rooting as a whole.
Everything is a part of the whole.
We hear a lot about love being what binds us together.
Humanity is molded in connection
of love and hatred
but not everything can be fixed.
Time itself isn't linear
so neither is chaos
and to be eternal
is a very human term.
We are stardust
and what the Universe is is us
but there are things unknown
that can come to bend and change.
The ways in which to measure things aren't always in our way
because the universe is grander than us
and understanding age.
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Melancholic & Other Poems
Poetry"Melancholic and Other Poems" is a powerful debut collection by Nicholas Kyle Edwards that invites readers into a profound exploration of the complexities of mental health, particularly as experienced by adolescents. Through a strikingly unique free...
