Black Hole

I feel the scream like the gaping void of a black hole

It’s hungry emptiness clawing up my throat and through my clenched teeth

Dragging a raw and painful gasp of desperation into itself

Filling my lungs only so it can repeat the process until exhaustion takes over

Or the emptiness consumes me.

This moment is like the Nothing

It blots out the light of the sun and casts darkness everywhere

So that I cannot see what is left behind.

I am powerless in this vicious cycle

an observer and an unwilling participant.

I feel myself stretching,

pulling,

clawing for purchase.

But I’m losing ground.