Without twinkle
The stars shine
My eyes tear from the cold
And from their beauty

Tumbling
I scream, voiceless
My lungs
Bursting

Cold, so cold
Blackness approaches
And surrounds me
Embracing

One last star
Bright
Burning
Frozen

The blackness of space
Makes me brittle
Pressure billows me
Exploding

I stare back at the open airlock
As I tumble
Watch my ship drift
Dead

This poem was written for a poetry group, in September, 2000. The idea for the poem was If Only.

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