No sound escapes this vacant void No light leaks from its space A hiding place of perfect form Devoid of touch and taste Desperate pleas that enter there Return no echo or reply They die in silence, fade away A mute unanswered cry I never meant to make this hole Its silence burns my ears It stops the things that should come out To calm my doubts and fears How do you kill a blackened hole That feeds on all it finds To open up the inner soul And clear a troubled mind So questions voiced to God above Escape to plead their case And answers given back again Can transit through that place
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The black hole – I think we all have at least one – perhaps with branching tunnels. Strong image for suffering of isolation and questioning.
Thank you.