Black holes paint the sky
Black holes take the why
To hide
It inside locked up minds
The truth is hard to see
Sometimes
When “nice” and honesty
Collide
A quantum conscience
Trained in manners
Leave the harder truths
In tatters
Making questions
More unknowns
Combine together
All black holes
And watch as the
Singularity grows
‘Till no one knows
And no one sees
The truth that even
They believe
Just trapped in nothing
A single point
That’s never reached
That’s never voiced
A Life in Poems 