The metallic rain upon my face, <br />With my tired body I woke up from grace. <br /> <br />In this night of falling stars I made my bed, <br />But I'm still lay alone with noises in my head. <br />. <br />This voyage is making surely ill, <br />Nightmares are coming, I know they will. <br /> <br />I'm not living with remorse after left mother land, <br />But this empty space ahead will never give me strength. <br /> <br />But the spaceship is still going straight with right pace, <br />I know I'm the last man standing but I'm still lost in space.<br /><br />Gianni Pintus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-space-5/
