Thread: Black-Hole

Life is suspended
into nothingness
only empty space.

The darkness of the Black-hole
all I see,
ears hear cacophony.

Crippled tongue, no words
to share joyfully,
body is paralyzed.

My priceless, carefree soul
feels ruptured
in this Black-hole of my Mind.

Cindy, I like that you explain what the "Black-hole" is in the end. A good closing.

I loved this!

Crippled tongue, no words

I see, here, you've not ryhmed. Wondering if you've found this to be a "freeing" experience?

Hi Laurie,

Thank you for your comments. Yes, this was a "freeing" experience. I re-wrote this poem, dissecting it line by line, because it originally did rhyme, but no rhythm.