Spiraling to the depth of darkness
As oceans swirl into a dominion of pain
No end in sight to monstrous rain
Nor will any, other life remain
In deep space a black hole waits
It has no time, no feelings to express.
Its sole purpose is just to feed
Never enough to fulfill its greed
©Elisabeth Dubois Nov 2011
Painting in Progress “The Black hole feeds”
Celestial series #3 “Soon to be completed and joined to this poem”
Poem to accompany art #3 of the same name.
let’s not take all we have for granted