Run To Death Poem by Naveed Akram

Run to death, run to the place of nights,
With all its pleasures and scares;
Taste of it this death as it stalks the night,
Ready to weep into the cells of the floor.
Repair now the destruction wrought on the globe
Of a better world, the best world in the galaxy,
A space is called an universe too cold and hot.
Such terror in the skies is an abyss of telling
And secrets are conspicuous in the very hot and cold.