Dying starA Poem by CheekyChocoThis is about a son coming to terms with the death of his father, narrated through the lens of science fiction.A father’s final moment captured slow. I found for naught such quick demise devoid, Of feeling free within his skin but so, Forgotten. Space had torn him up embroiled, Entirely. Orange blazed before a son Had reached the summit, burning white as death In blackest nothing. Something moved abrupt, Things moved and I perhaps began to sense - Then terror boarded, horned, and hidden deep In shadows people purposed purely plain To me: The Earth desired the death of me, To pump such light and heat from stars to wane. But I, though first resisted fate, embraced It, being my heroic death in space. © 2020 CheekyChocoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCheekyChocoPadiham, England, United KingdomAboutI love writing essays, short stories and sonnets. Please check out my poetry that I regularly upload to instagram @stanaitisnicholas more..Writing
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