You're just billions of souls on a planet nothing more, nothing less.
You fools try to give your pitiful little lives meaning, but fail epically nonetheless.
Your existence is insignificant at whole, that I must stress.
All I ask of you all is to agree; to confess.
Different coloured tapestries hung up upon walls.
All must be respected, above all.
Do not try to prove them wrong, let them stand tall.
For the firey flames of Hell they say you'd meet if so, at all.
Seven billion on Earth yet no signs of life anywhere else,
Mars; a lost cause nevertheless.
Orbiting lonesomely while stars bless.
Shooting by, symbolising wishes that never come true, you guess.
Scream out loud in the void of black,
never heard, silent voices stack.
Significance is what most of our lives lack.
Award one another with meaningless plaques.
Unreachable nebulae,
claims of the Moon,
rocky, lightless and grey,
maître de la nuit, la lune.
From the size of an atom's nucleus to the size of the sun,
We're tiny, insignificant as a whole, invisible despite how far we run.
In your mortal life, try to create impact but don't forget to have fun.
So, tell me, in this game, who's really won?
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Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)
PoetryThis book is a compilation of a random selection of poetry that are all written, made-up and conjured by me. Some, I just wrote for fun and enjoyment, and others are based off of personal experiences with my actual life. Most of them however begin w...
