Event Horizon
My dying star has gone dark,
a black hole from which
no joy or hope can escape.
My dreams, once shining brightly,
have collapsed upon themselves.
Exploding as supernovas,
they left only the charcoal ashes of failure.
There is no light, for the gravity of my anxiety
has been squeezed into the dark mass of my soul.
I have crossed the event horizon,
and I am one with the darkness.
Copyright © David Irby | Year Posted 2015
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