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"Zero Signal"
So far from home, a base on the moon—the cloistered place,
Drifting miles, perhaps light-years, in isolation's cold embrace.
I check the gauges; one glows red, flashing for hours, it seems,
A warning screams, but no alarm sounds—just a relentless light.
The air could be thinning, or a mechanical fail; darkness shrouds my sight.
In the cockpit's gloom, I sense my doom, as frost obscures the fogged windows tight.
I've tried to call, to break the quiet, vast and sheer,
But there's zero signal reaching out—no one to hear my cries.
Hope wanders and fades, prayers rise without reply; how can I endure
This test of reliance and survival, this silent, frigid tour?
Does God hear cries that pierce this metal nest?
Slowly dying, alone I lie in a sarcophagus of steel,
A free-floating tomb, silent and cold, where time has lost its bearings.
I call again, but echoes wane—no answer meets my ear.
Zero signal in this void; I'm swallowed by my tears,
My heart in my throat.
Kneeling, praying, for relief, yet silence mocks my pleas.
Why does God not answer me? Is this my final deed?
My voice, it echoes, a lonely sound—only I can hear its plea.
Forgotten, lost, a nameless ghost, a space program's oversight.
No hope, no help, just zero signal—my fate, it seems, is sealed.
A silent end, without a friend, in the vast cosmic field.
Zero signal is all I can focus on, trying for an answer that won't come.
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