The Martian

My soul is a fragment

Of mars,

If I conjure to her love…

I will be lost among the stars,

I want but I don’t need,

Because if I proceed

I won’t breath,

No oxygen in space to

Even bleed,

Her love would be

Nice but I would

Rather be free,

Time will only tell

What’s left of me,

Unsettled in infinite,

Tormented ecstasy,

Take me back to mars

Where I’m meant to be,

I’m a Martian avoiding

The invasion spree…

– Nick F. Hawkins

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