I wrote this one in 2018. It was one of the first poems I ever wrote. Back then I struggled a lot as a person with expressing emotional depth & connection. I shut a lot of that part of me away and that reflected in my writing, which focused way more on trying to use elevated vocabulary and a rhyme structure to come across as more sophisticated or profound. I thought this was the best thing I'd ever write back then, as if I had reached my pinnacle. Looking at it now, I really don't like it that much. It’s not something I’d write about anymore because it feels so vapid and soulless. It shows my immaturity as a writer and as an 18-year-old. But it does prove to my self-critic that in those 6 years I've grown as a person and an artist.
Among the infinite emptiness of the cosmos
Lay the repose of one lone world
A hearth where life flourishes
Unaware of their loneliness,
Boldly they venture beyond their modest home
Merely grazing the stars above
Feeling the gales and gusts of the celestial zephyr
Facing the expanse before them
A never-ending sea,
A Wild frontier they hope to tame
Spotted with stars and galaxies
Distant worlds they yearn to claim
Between them, vast interstice
Space so unimaginably desolate,
Worlds so incomprehensibly far away
That it is no longer distance making them unreachable,
But vacuous, ceaseless time
Man weeps,
For they think themselves mighty on this Earth
But when they look to the stars realize how infinitesimal,
Unreasonably miniscule all of history has been
Great wars, empires, and ignoble atrocities
All of humankind’s lament and languish.
Countless lives lived to what end?
Time poorly spent trying to resurrect the past
Rather than build the future
All upon one humble sphere,
Cast adrift an interstellar ocean.
If life ceased here
It would be unknown beyond.
Time stops for naught,
Time does not remember.
But the decimation which Man has brought
Cannot be forgotten,
And will not be forgiven.