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Jan 2014
In the black hole is where I am
its a place of nothing
encased inside its darkended walls
I too am nothing

my days are empty..
trapped by thoughts that seem far away
unable to grasp at them..they are beyond me
the nights are short..sleepless..
As I wonder how I arrived here..

I dig deeper in the Black Hole
to get further away from this misery
but the misery only grows stronger
as I become even more lost..

on the street not a glance comes my way
the touch of a woman i have long forgotten
there is no love near..
a ghost walking among the living..

for I am dead you see..
because in this nothingness there cannot exist life..
a lost soul who waits patiently..
for some sort of salvation..
out from this existence..this Nothing.
Written by
John  Berlin
(Berlin)   
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   Mahima Gupta
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