The Star Drifters
A poem prompt for Star Week, Day 2 of 7
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1 min readJul 9, 2020
Sleep,
Like I’ve never slept before, forced.
Earth,
On the brink of collapse, dying.
Humanity,
No choice but to live amongst the stars, forever
Destination,
Travelling from galaxy to galaxy to find a home, drifting.
Hundreds of ships depart Earth,
No real destination.
Humanity silently drifts, galaxy to galaxy,
in the hope of finding a new home.
Each ship, one hundred thousand souls,
Each soul sleeps, dreams of their new home.
AI’s are in charge, they fly the ships,
Feed and maintain the souls.
They will never wake from their sleep,
They will never breathe the fresh air.
Or feel the suns rays on their faces,
They will never reach a destination or awake.
They will never know.
©MartinRushton 2020
