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Marooned

Space, a place to call your own

Infinite, untamed and vast

Once I was with two, now alone

Why were they there, so close to the blast?

 

I am tired but able, to prevent my demise

I called back to earth, but no one was home

They missed a step, so very unwise

We were to land on a planet, near a strange, large dome

 

This ship just went on, on its own

With just me now, looking out into space

The remainder of my life, maybe short time, now on loan

To my best friend, gone now, we all called Ace

 

They now float, out in space, without any weight

We were all such good friends, not showing any fear

To Ace, so driven, a destination, without fate

To Laura, she tried to be strong, to hold back her tears

 

She was the last, held on so long, but let go

I did all I could to help her, her injuries too great

She pleaded over and over, “Let me go,” I which I said no

I said, “You must hold on, I’m so sorry for being so late”

 

I am still one year away, to a safe place to land

Right now, space is so dark, emotions, don’t know what to do

My ship is well, when I return, why do I ask, will there be a band?

Who will I meet next a year, who to tell, I must ask who

 

My gauges indicate direction, and my ship current status

I am somewhat relieved, less stress, more at ease

Oh, how I want to return home, below the stratus

Where the three of us once planned, sail the open seas

 

My ship is large, the largest of them all

I have the needed space, in my marooned state

I  wait patiently, for someone to answer, my distress call

I can say from my heart, I don’t want them to be late

 

Systems will keep me alive, for a few years

I am thankful for this, and feel very blessed

The damage could have been worse, bringing forth my greatest fear

With all that happened, I am the only one who survived the test.

 

I want to hear, “Captain Hanson, are you there?”

As time passes, I must  diligently listen

I know there is those, on earth that care

She is my beautiful wife, her name is Kristen

 

Space is vast, filled with many unknowns

Filled with different planets, and bright stars

Space is where I wanted to be, to explore, to roam

I always wondered, Will my next home be, on the planet Mars?

 

I hold next to me, a log for someone to read

What has happened must be known, this log will be discovered

For what has happened, the warnings, others must heed

Should I not be able to tell the story, this important log must be recovered.