Black Hole of Solitude

She is my rising sun, every day she greets me She is my setting sun, at twilight she meets me My world turns around when I see her smiling face I gravitate towards the warmth, of her loving embrace Her pull is strong, I can't resist, it's like some magnetic force Drawing me in ever so closely, we let our love take it's course. She is my moon, she gives me light, in the stillness of the night When the mood changes, she's always there, to help me turn the tide. Now she's gone...my sun won't rise for me anymore My world turns upside down, not round and round There's nothing left but dark and empty spaces No more light or warmth, left only the traces Now begins my journey into endless gloom There's no escaping for me now The black hole of solitude. December 08, 2015 For the Any poem contest sponsored by Broken Wings.