It's been a while since I've written a poem. Please don't judge me by this work alone. It's a bit...raw. I'd love you to tear it up. Tell me what you think. And again, i haven't given this a lot of thought. It just came out. Thanks.
The black hole writhes,
taking in any glow or warmth—
a purple taffy pull,
stretching sweetness beyond its strength.
The black hole gapes,
a cloud of tiny tears—
a spaghetti strainer,
letting even light run through in streams.
The black hole is flawless,
an unnatural blemish
with no weakness,
and no cure known to man.
Flying harmonies fill a hole,
one pebble after another.
If only the hourglass was stopped in the middle.
If only music was enough
to keep
my mind
from falling
through this
eternal
darkness
