...Event Horizon

By SolApathy

Blistering ink fills the page
A testament to my broken rage
Catching the phrases of sin, life, doubt, and death
…If only I could rest the fingers holding this sin
My Inkwell will never run dry as long as I can cry
Filling itself with the blood tainted tears of my strife
I dip deep into my well of self-inflicted
Hell
My writing is all I speak
Feelings creep across this written page
Yes, a testament to my blistering rage
Creative bones creak and groan
Used way too long to write upon this red page
What’s left of this rage
Spilling the darkness across the lines
I think I am dying
Caught in an event horizon of battling thoughts
A place of no return
I yearn
For darkness to take its toll and swallow me
Whole
Breach the circle of fear and doubt
My thoughts reassure; there’s no way out
Accretion disk scattering my fears far beyond my ability to cope
Victim of my own loss of hope
Twisted in this nightmare soon to be at an end
Into the depths of final darkness
I willfully descend 
Welcoming the black hole that has formed
…Within
 

Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited. Ask the author first.
© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Thursday, June 8, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Into the dark horizon of the infinity beyond the black...I know now there is no turning back
Log In or Join (free) to see the special features here.

Comments on "...Event Horizon"

Log in to post comments.
  • A former member wrote: Out of the darkness comes some of the most compelling and beautiful works of written art. "Blistering ink fills the page", that opening line is what really draws the reader into your reality. We must always have an outlet for our rage and grief, lest it slowly destroy us from the inside out. A very compelling poem, dearest. Queen Reb:).


How to Criticize Without Causing Offense
© 1998-2024 DarkPoetry LLC
Donate
[Join (free)]    [More Poetry]    [Get Help]    [Our Poets]    [Read Poems]    [Terms & Privacy]