There Is This Hole

There is this Hole I want not to stand on the edge of – any longer looking constantly to the other side of – for what could be ? – when all that faces me is what lies in this – the black hole abyss. Am I on the edge of ?, or in the centre of ?, - a black cloud vortex enveloping my soul – asphyxiating the life, out of this spirit that once upon a time, could rise above. Is this the only place for my heart and soul ? Is this the only thing I will ever get to know ?, with every step I take, with the love that guides my spirit beyond that which reality is – that constantly slaps me in the face, as I face the emptiness of the soul I have tried to know. I have reached out for a star – a vortex of light ? B. J. “A” 2 September 21st 2008