Tags: black holes, observation, people ain't no good, poetry
The scariest thing I can imagine in this universe,
is a black hole.
You can’t escape the gravity of a black hole,
Not even light gets out.
They consume everything around them,
amassing mass, accumulating matter,
but remaining empty, sightless voids of nothing.
Is nothing even something?
And there are people like black holes,
with voids in their hearts they attempt to fill,
by striving to own everything around them,
until everything becomes as nothing as them.
And they amass and accumulate as much nothing as they can,
growing larger without any regards or regrets,
but stay nothing in their utterly dark hearts,
until their return to void on death.
A star burns for billions of years,
Selflessly giving everything inside it to bring light to the dark,
And life to the lifeless.
And then, after billions of years, it dies.
And since people die too, we’re more alike stars,
Than eternal and menacing black holes.
And it’s too bad, because if people are a reflection of a microcosm of the universe, then there’s probably more black holes out there than suns.
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