I am not a fatalist. I’m not obsessed with darkness. Yet, a landmark development in astronomy this week inspires me to remain on the periphery of the theme, but not get sucked inside.
See if you can explore the science, give it a new twist, write a fairy tale or fables around it, or give it a totally new meaning. Black holes do not exist only in space. Many of us have those in our minds, when we cut ourselves off from the world.
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At times my soul shrinks small and pinched
My heart in grief its beat suspends
A curse that which leaves hope impinged
My faculties become unhinged
Down through the portal I descend
As darkened soul sinks small and pinched
Then plopped into the sludge, I cringe,
Suspended murk of blind revenge
Trapped by that which leaves hope impinged
My thrashes faint, with weakened limbs
I pray to loose from this foul clench
This hell of soul shrunk small and pinched
Within the murk, so foreign, strange
I hear a call, a warming drench
A sound which lightens hope impinged
Like fuel inside a rocket ship
It lifts me from the darkened trench
Hope restored from curse that wrenched
My soul now soars, no longer pinched.