The Edge of the Cosmos

The Edge of the Cosmos
Griffin Smith

The endless void
Vast, silent, and serene.
Tangential to a world unknown.

Sitting at a desk, a man of old age.
Tall and lanky, and not a hint of rage.
But passion
flowed through his veins.

Standing on the edge of the plateau
in the endless valley of silence,
the man veered his gaze into the abyss.
Nothing. Darkness. It was beautiful.

He inhaled, as his breaths were not competent, and his mind was all too clear. His legs felt like feathers and down his face rolled a tear.

He found his heart among the stars,
and his mind within the dark.
She never loved him,
and it’ll always leave a mark.