Poem: Without the skies, I’m Not alive…

When I cannot cruise the skies,
There is a part of me that dies.
I visit its grave sometimes,
Lamenting loss of lilting rhymes.
I grieve my machine’s missing part,
For my cogs and gears can’t start
When I cannot cruise the skies
And a part of me dies.

When I cannot cruise the skies,
My eyes won’t behold the sunrise.
Dim despair clouds their gaze;
I cannot see through uncertainty’s haze.
My rods and cones do not display
The brightness others see in day
For when I cannot cruise the skies,
My eyes won’t behold the sunrise.

When I cannot cruise the skies,
I feel my mind decrease in size
Fatigued neurons begin to slow
Therefore, I know not what I know…
For walls of sound, of fear, of light,
Surround my mind in bleakest night.
You see, if I cannot cruise the skies,
My mind shall decrease in size.

When I cannot cruise the skies,
My humbled soul in anguish cries.
I long to know its starry depths,
Its constant peace fueling my breaths.
My soul is bound to Earth and stone
Amongst cruel creatures, I am alone…
So if I cannot cruise the skies,
My humbled soul in anguish cries.

And yet…
When I cannot cruise the skies,
There’s still a part of me that tries.

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