Gravity

Nov 14, 2015 11:51

I can almost feel it pulling me down
Without an ounce of pity
Faring better than all else
For it falls on itself
A pulling into
All unto the centre
Of its force
Ten thousand and fifty one
And more
Above it
Yet bow down to it
Held into place by a cumulated sphere
Of stardust

poem

Previous post Next post
Up