THE BLACK HOLE

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O.K PPL this again is a poem i wrote about something which many perceive as being evil and bad.....the dreaded black hole, i wanted to present a completely different take on this subject....i want to make ppl think, to challenge the convention, and all my poems based on nature and theology do that......i write about God, Satan, an autumn leaf and so much more but i always do it from a different perspective.......here is where i feel my true strength lies, i feel very vulnerable sharing all of this with u guys, with these poems you are all getting an unfettered glimpse into my soul, my darkest moments, my triumphs, my insecurities and i don’t have to tell you guys that that scares me, but i felt i had to share these poems, i can not let them rot and fade into oblivion. They mean so much to me i can not possibly put it into words.

THE BLACK HOLE:

A million miles, a thousand stars,

And endless void, barren and sparse,

Beyond the Sun the bleakness gapes,

For life it bleeds, for light it waits.

And far away a shooting star,

Rips through the sky a burning scar,

A distant comet forlorn and lost,

Watches on as time unfolds.

If one but travels beyond the skies,

And pierces through the darkest night,

The edge of time awaits such a fool,

For gnawing silence here doth rule.

This edge of time is where it lies,

Alone, unwanted, in anguish it cries,

Lustily grabbing at anything within its reach,

Trying to feed off life just like a leech.

But nothing assuages its hunger and thirst,

It is doomed for an eternity, it is but cursed,

It has lived for eons without a mate,

Festering oh so bleakly behind an open gate.

Edging forward in hopeless disarray,

Searching anxiously, it shifts and sways,

Towards that distant star it strays,

For it has finally found its one true mate.

But as it nears the distant star,

It shrieks with joy unbridled, unscarred,

But all it receives in unjust reward,

Is fear, abuse and curses galore.

Still it enters the twinkling shoal,

The star shrieks with fear “BLACK HOLE! BLACK HOLE!”

But in its exuberance it has gone deaf,

It does not heed the star’s cries of death.

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