Glass half empty

[R.C. KITCHENS]

Coal-black space where time tappers off to

silence. Some would say that "It is peace."

There are no more roads to travel and very

few sunsets left to see differently.

Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling.

Sleep alludes this weary body as it suffocates

in the complacency of routine.

I find myself drinking to past car crashes, slowly

drifting into them so to remember what it was like

to be living.

There is the remembrance of stealing for the first

time. The first sexual encounter, and lust.

Years pass and lust for anything begins to adjust

with age.

Life slowly equates to putting on socks in the morning.

It is just something normal and far from exciting.

[ellajam]

Coal-black space where time tappers off to

silence. Some would say that "It is peace."

There are no more roads to travel and very

few sunsets left to see differently.

Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling.

Sleep alludes this weary body as it suffocates

in the complacency of routine.

I find myself drinking to past car crashes, slowly

drifting into them so to remember what it was like

to be living.

There is the remembrance of stealing for the first

time. The first sexual encounter, and lust.

Years pass and lust for anything begins to adjust

with age.

Life slowly equates to putting on socks in the morning.

It is just something normal and far from exciting.

I liked
"Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling."

although I believe something is off in "spaces of void".
The idea of something being less thrilling for the sole reason of being known is interesting.

For one with limited reach it might be quite exciting to put their socks on. In a poem with this prospective I think it would help if the reader understood some of how you got there.

[Keith]

Coal-black space where time tappers off to

silence. Some would say that "It is peace."

There are no more roads to travel and very

few sunsets left to see differently.

Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling.

Sleep alludes this weary body as it suffocates

in the complacency of routine.

I find myself drinking to past car crashes, slowly

drifting into them so to remember what it was like

to be living.

There is the remembrance of stealing for the first

time. The first sexual encounter, and lust.

Years pass and lust for anything begins to adjust

with age.

Life slowly equates to putting on socks in the morning.

It is just something normal and far from exciting.

This has a wistful feel to it and a taint of melancholy I enjoyed it but found it difficult to follow due to the form and the over use of words. If you could trim this right back and work in some more alliteration it would make a huge improvement and I believe you have the bones of a very good poem here that is well worth spending time on. Best TOMH

[larkmowins]

Coal-black space where time tappers off to

silence. Some would say that "It is peace."

There are no more roads to travel and very

few sunsets left to see differently.

Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling.

Sleep alludes this weary body as it suffocates

in the complacency of routine.

I find myself drinking to past car crashes, slowly

drifting into them so to remember what it was like

to be living.

There is the remembrance of stealing for the first

time. The first sexual encounter, and lust.

Years pass and lust for anything begins to adjust

with age.

Life slowly equates to putting on socks in the morning.

It is just something normal and far from exciting.

IMO the last line leaves something to be desired in comparison to the rest of the poem. Very interesting concept though.

EDIT: Unless that was what you were going for, in which case I must say well done.

[billy]

high RC. i think it's a bit wordy and half full
try not to say the conventional pharses like coal blak space.
let us use our imagination.

coal black where time tapers
to silence; some say it's piece

Coal-black space where time tappers off to tapers, i'd also suggest moving [to] to the next line

silence. Some would say that "It is peace." i'd suggest [silence; some would say "It's piece"]

There are no more roads to travel and very no need for [very] and [and ] could be [or] why not something like [all roads are travelled] make the statement hard. take it a little more away for frost's poem.

few sunsets left to see differently.

Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling.

Sleep alludes this weary body as it suffocates

in the complacency of routine.

I find myself drinking to past car crashes, slowly i like this line it has life in it

drifting into them so to remember what it was like

to be living.

There is the remembrance of stealing for the first

time. The first sexual encounter, and lust.

Years pass and lust for anything begins to adjust

with age.

Life slowly equates to putting on socks in the morning.

It is just something normal and far from exciting. no need for [it is just]

[Malu]

Coal-black space where time tappers off to

silence. Some would say that "It is peace."

There are no more roads to travel and very

few sunsets left to see differently.

Stars sporadically fill spaces of void and those

clusters which are named become a recurrence

less thrilling.

Sleep alludes this weary body as it suffocates

in the complacency of routine.

I find myself drinking to past car crashes, slowly

drifting into them so to remember what it was like

to be living.

There is the remembrance of stealing for the first

time. The first sexual encounter, and lust.

Years pass and lust for anything begins to adjust

with age.

Life slowly equates to putting on socks in the morning.

It is just something normal and far from exciting.

Good story, I would suggest adding a few more details and descriptions to paint a more vivid picture in the readers mind, a picture that looks more like what you want us to see and feel.