Saturday, November 18, 2017

Black Hole

I can feel the very edges of me folding in on themselves.
The weight of my soul is too much,
the gravity too strong.
My weak flesh can no longer withstand the pull.
I am collapsing from within,
each layer condensing into that infinetismal singularity,
an inescapable void.

I see the light around me
twisting and distorting,
swirling, spiraling into my darkness,
consumed, unable to escape.

I can cultivate no brightness of my own.
The hunger of the dark is too strong.
It devours each spark,
inhaling each flame,
until nothing but darkness remains.

The last of my luminescence was lost
in that splendid explosion
which cast those glorious remnants
of strength
into the vast expanse of the cosmos,
lost, even, to the ravenous shadow
I have become.

I strive and strain
to draw in the radiance around me,
replace those glimmers of self
scattered by my super nova.

But I only watch in horror
as that borrowed light unravels before me
sinking into the silent obscurity,
swallowed by the endless shade.

And I wonder,
is that gleaming gone,
is the blackness all that's left?
Or are those fractured fractals
still in there somewhere,
clamoring for release?

Sinful Sunday


  1. Wow this is incredible! Both the photograph and your writing. Amazing!
    Aurora x

  2. Absolutely stunning image, I love these edits that you do


  3. Love the edit, but your writing is stunning!

    Rebel xox

  4. Definitely get the feel of space and galaxies with that photo!

  5. Wow, this is sublime. Thank you for sharing such a fantastic piece of yourself x x