Falling deep within the black hole of space;
Time: No concept, no reality.
Hope that was entertaining me is now gone.
Mysterious encounters of the unknown,
Revealing only more confusion.
Where is sanity?
I call for it by name but only void.
Treachery, stalking, haunting...
Eyes with black holes.
The same hole I am falling in.
I have been here before...
But where? Still time has no concept.
This deep void I am entangled within.
Comments about this poem (Void by Arwen Undomiel )
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