Crashed down, onto a planet that does not exist,
A scorching dry terrain, engulfing, the fallen ship,
As the traveler, surviving the destructive landing, emerges,
Into a world not his own, as his eyes tremble, trying to focus,
Searching, for any sign of audible life, while trekking
Through the baren lands, of this unfamiliar expanse,
Where the sky above, even looks different, feels further,
With stars, aligned differently, sends the traveler into a frenzy,
Drowning in his hysteria, which grows in the padded cage
That shrinks, the more he finds himself utterly, stranded,
Lost, with no means of communicating, outside this deathtrap,
He’s frightened of the icy, slinky crawling hand of death
That could be around his throat, within moments,
As the howling winds spear, through the dense hopelessness
With the day fading, behind the unfamiliar horizon,
Just as the night’s crawling shadow, were at his heels,
He discovers shelter, an eerie cave, alone, staring into the black,
Painstakingly, slowly he moves further in, to hide for the night,
Sliding one foot forward, then the trailing one
Until he was fully immersed, the dark unseen,
Hugged himself within a crevice, of the coldly silent cave,
Thinking, he’d finally be able to take breath, without dense hesitation,
But a new fear began, one so crippling, he was even more lost,
While sitting, surrounded by the ferociously enveloping darkness,
A small spot of light, appears, dances along the ill of light,
The reflective shine, bounces off the longing, for light,
He was able to empathize with the light, the way it yearned
And feverishly sought out, for the openness, of the familiar,
Until the traveler drowned, in his own misunderstood, madness.
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