TB ( / Preston Lancashire England)

Black Hole

There's a black hole
In my consciousness
I feel less whole
Diminishing
As it swallows up the light
Diminished by my lack of Faith,
Dark, dark, dark, I become
As the sun consumed by night.

In a distant park
A lone dog is heard to bark,
Lost, bereft of its master.
I too am lost
Cry out for guidance, Faith
As the gathering night encloses.
People with Faith, hold out your torch,
And bring me back to light.
You will not scorch me with your truths.

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Very poignant and philosophical poem. Readily connects to one's intellect: As it swallows up the light Diminished by my lack of Faith, Dark, dark, dark, I become As the sun consumed by night.
Lost, bereft of its master. I too am lost Cry out for guidance, Faith./// greatly written BLACK HOLE the depth power super magnetic through heart of the entire creation no limps of the cosmos remains after it dragging as the gravitational power of poetry............///
A wonderful poem dear poet! Sparkling poetic expression! A very creditable piece of poetry! Liked the first stanza most.....10
Hi Robert. I've been trying to reply but ruddy PH keeps switching me to next poem! I shall try again! Glad to see you back too. I've been busy translating from the Italian, a joint project with Fabrizio Frosini. And 'm gearing my self up for a long poem but need to do a lot of research. You can always message me. Please do.
There's a black hole In my consciousness I feel less whole Diminishing As it swallows up the light Diminished by my lack of Faith, Dark, dark, dark, I become As the sun consumed by night. - - - - - When faith falters, darkness consumes.The poem is like a prayer to guide him to the path of enlightenment.
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