Black Corridor Poem by Kevin Patrick

Time lays marooned on the edge of oblivion
Marked in the still-life of gravity's wake
No stars, nor lights just a graveyard of night
a nebulous ocean, that's vast and opaque
Even death lays forgotten in this pregnant tomb
Where life is just an echo in a shadow's womb

Down that vacuum road I roam
Downwards the black corridor



Trapped in a coffin of steel and aluminum
Hurtling fast without lines of a terminal
thrusters are running but I'm going nowhere
Cut off from existence as a solitude particle
I'm breathing in air of recycled clean fear
Watching the course that never grows near

Where dreams are my only home
towards the black corridor


So Boundless, eternal without a horizon
Blinding the stars and constellations of guidance
Its a canvass of space, that crushes your conscious
And spits out your soul to its abyss of providence
Down the lane of void, that drifts into infinity
all things are consumed in the black lens of eternity

And my life is now a frozen tome
Onward to the black corridor