BLACK HOLE
It came like a flash bang; unexpected, sudden,
Only, it came with darkness.
Thick, velvety blackness, silky and soft,
Yet so brutal and oh so suffocating.
I was awake, I was alive, then I couldn’t see.
Then I was falling.
I’m still falling.
It’s a lot of things, this falling thing;
It feels like floating, but it feels like sinking.
It feels like I’m being seperated into different pieces, although just how many
I don’t know.
Because I can’t see. I can’t think, I can’t count.
So how can I feel?
I can’t feel.
But it feels it’s way around my existence, this thick nothingness
I’m falling into.
When does it end?
Closing my eyes, opening them,
Makes no difference anyway. It’s no use,
Waiting for the end, that is. It doesn’t end.
There is no “rock” bottom here, only nothing.
Dark. Empty. Blissful?
Oblivion.
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Only nothing….
This is amazing
Nice piece. I feel a lot of us can relate to the poem’s persona; that feeling of plunging into nothingness, an endless fall. Perhaps a metaphor for depression or some would argue love. Sometimes falling in love too can be depressing, you just fall,fall and fall. No rock bottom.
I really like that you broadened your interpretation of this. Endless falls could be anything really. So glad you got that.
This is so beautiful?, its relative to what I call a generational crisis.
Beautiful poetry ??