The Gravity of Grief (Original Poem)

An original poem about the birth and death of stars, and the gravitational forces of life.   

You asked me how the stars are born

I said: I’ll tell you how they mourn

If you want to know of how they fly,

I’ll have to show you how they die

I’ll speak before my slow relapse:

it all begins with some collapse

when gravity in all its senses

pushes dust to bright consensus

The core is forged in pressured fire

formed by an endless helium choir,

Now she’s light enough to rest in space,

but just began a cold embrace

A billion lifetimes makes her wise

to learn the heaven’s wasteful price:

that fusion carves away within,

depletes from center to the skin

Bigger the star, faster it goes,

her tears at least brings life below

The second sorrow she gets to choose:

(disasters always comes in two’s)

Fall asleep or light the darkness,

detonate what joy you harness

You dream in timeless hibernation,

sprint towards deranged salvation

You’re careful now of what you ask?

To see when Death removes his mask

is desolate, there is no way back,

the sky will turn red – 

then perfectly black