Black hole.

Life was over, or was it just starting,
indecent actions gone, ill-regarding,
to drift into the night, is to kill myself,
to hope for illusions, is to love death.

Wearing an astronaut suit,
a moonwalk to forget,
the drifting black hole,
and being caught in a net.

Space left me speechless,
vacuum loved me more,
the stars questioned issues,
and the moon kindly swore.

Save your soul, save your words,
save the sea, save the shores,

I really don’t know.

perhaps you should tell this to the angels,
maybe they would like to care a little more.

Thank you to Ayisha Gilani for the idea 🙂

~ by Hashim Nauman on June 27, 2010.