Poezie

Black Hole

(the inner void)

1 min lectură·6 octombrie 2005

Mediu

In the nest of your breast

I was born a white page

a promise in eternity

a raw source without love

undrinkable

then

as dark ink crumbled

on many of my days

for at the far end

only hollow sounds unravelled

This cry in the night

it was mine

So afraid in the dark

my sole link

here

where all is misfortune

jumping sheep over my rubble

to forget the abyss of oblivion

deep within my dry well

In incandescence of my addictions

dependance blows

to wear off my excessiveness

now

shall a dead feeling conjugate

the existence of this black hole

this void dug by my setbacks

of all those empty nights

Veroflame October 5th, 2005

035.014

Johanne Farmer. “Black Hole.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/johanne-farmer/poezie/144214/black-hole

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