Space of Finite Wisdom

A mind, clouded by pain, clouded by anger

Warped images float upon a cloudless sky

Blacker than midnight on a new moon night

No stars to twinkle like diamonds hung

By some mysterious hand, invisible to the eye

There is no breeze in which to travel

Nor is there a deep blue something in which to swim

Only blackness, no light to cast shadows

For there is no moon nor sun in which to bask in

Depression is the main source of life

To this lost soul, cast aside by the world

Perfidy and antagonism pelt a weakening shell

There is no chasm in which to climb from

Only nothingness to surround and envelope

Like a blanket that provides no comfort

From the harsh emotions that swirl like

The coldest of nebulas in deep space

A black hole this soul has become

Or, is that the world that has become a gravity well

And this soul has been sucked into oblivion?

(c) 2003 A Riddle