Black Hole

Hello everyone!

I’m sorry that I didn’t post over the weekend; the week was exhausting, days just slipped by and I needed a bit of a break by the time Saturday rolled around! But I hope you all had a relaxing weekend!

Today I wanted to share a rather unusual poem that came from another misunderstood class assignment (it happens to me a lot apparently) in which we were supposed to describe a black hole in metaphors. So naturally, I went and wrote a poem instead. It’s a little raw, but you know, all writing is a work in progress, so here is

 

Black Hole

 

A black hole

is not so much something

as it is

nothing.

 

It is a void

collapsing on itself

like a heart

full of fear.

 

It is gnawing

like an empty stomach

just before

breakfast.

 

It is black

(as its name does suggest);

an eye socket,

a snake’s nest.

 

It is empty,

yet filled to the brim with life

once lived,

with memories.

 

It is a window

with the glass knocked out, a

volcano, emptied

of magma.

 

It is the death

of birth, and the birth of death.

Such is that,

a black hole.

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