Until the stars explode

Poem about fear and isolation.

It all condenses into fear;
light year-wide gas clouds gravity
presses together to form into a star
and eventually explode.
So it only makes sense to run.


To run
when they look disgusted.
To run
when the front I constructed falls apart.
To run
when being made fun of follows me through the labyrinth
To run in search of a dead end
where I can stop and rest

but when every corner leads to another
my legs tire from the run and turn numb,
my brain aches trying to memorize the maze,
my eyes sore from the forming star,


so I freeze in the middle of a hallway.
A corner on each side,
it’s dim, so my eyes can rest;
it’s dusty, so few will come by and hurt me;
it’s empty, so those who come will go.


For now, it’s home.
I’m safe
for now I will stay
until the stars
explode.