Lately, I’ve been working on this poem about a space-ship crew captain who has to decide between his life and that of his crew. Here are a few lines:
‘Fluid evaporated from my eyes
and next moment my throat dried.
I heard the beating of my heart,
each pumping separated by a thousand yards.
Numbness crawled from my feet to chest
as I waited for the arrival of the rest.’

Hope you liked it.