"Black Holes" -- A Poem by Alex Sharpe
Black and evil -- sincere and feeble.
Is it a man? Is it a woman? No -- it isn't -- its far more unpleasant. its pitch -- its dark.
Its scary -- its stark. It lies alone -- as an individual -- and sits in wait.
So invisible. Is it to fear? Is it here? -- Is it something unknown that we fear?
So massive. So large. You can't fight it. You cannot beat it.
It will certainly kill you. You can't run from it, you cannot see it.
But, when its here you will know it.
Because your body will be ripped into particles of matter -- faster than you can say the word splatter.