The black hole

The black hole

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Passing through
a phase
there was no
rear vision mirror
nor was there
a road lying ahead.
There was only
darkness proceeded by
more darkness
where light
at the end
was just hope
within a universal
blindness.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 11, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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