That void,
in the center of her eyes,
that little black space,
a vacuum pulling you in,
into the nothingness that she is;
The iris,
lining itself around the emptiness,
distracting you, or at least trying to,
keep you from falling into the vacant spaces that lie beyond;
in vain;
For as hard as they try,
the fall in inevitable;
She draws you in like a moth to a flame,
or more correctly, like light to a dead black star;
That Void,
we are drawn to it,
we hunger for it,
we crave,
for our breaths to be taken away.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
Wow nice 😀
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Thanks Aphordite 🙂
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Outstanding! Once again, you did it! An amazing poem. So glad to read you again…
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😀 thanks chatty…
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